Shadow man

So I’m sitting here

Imagining myself in a Parisian cafe

Where the dark of the night seeps underneath the crevices of windows 

Where the pavement doesn’t quite hold your fleeting steps

Where the chill of the night caresses you better than your worst lover

There you are

My darkness

The void that accompanies me better than past loves ever could

Nowhere to hide

Naked and alone is how I am with you

Yet safe and true is what I feel close to you

As my teacup hugs the curves of the dish, I can’t help but wonder

Are you my only eternity?

Am I just the lucky lady that meets you before your next companion?

If so, I feel I must have coined the wrong name to you my dear

You’re the side of the moon the sun and stars told me about

You’re the one that makes mothers bear tears

The one fathers fight against

We can’t hide from you

We never could

And we shouldn’t 

Maybe you’re the most authentic me

The me that I am now is how I must be 

But you’ve always just been

And I run

Why?

Because when I come to this cafe

Where the deafening silence meets the night 

I am more myself when I’m with you

I wish you weren’t misunderstood 

I wish I could escape to you more often

You pull me in

As the people cascade in and out this cafe

You remain, yearning

They run

They all do

But you will always be one step behind 

Breathing on their neck

Never too far

You linger

I’ve made do with you 

Stronger because of it

I give gratitude upon seeing you again

From time to time

Right here

In our cafe

Where the teacup hugs the dish

Where the pavement comes alive, just for you & I