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On Tuesday, August 2, 2022 at 2:03:48 AM UTC-4, michaelmalef...@gmail.com wrote:
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Solitary

I look down and see no shadow,
the trees have shadows, as do cars
and fire hydrants,
the local drunk has a shadow,
stumbles when he stumbles
but mine is missing, even when tested
with a small hop or raised arm.

I’m dead I assume, walking dead
but music I hear drifting from clubs,
shouts I hear, punctuating the night
from behind closed curtains
and I’m left knowing death is real
as I test a mirror, shop window,
perhaps a puddle, no, nothing there,
I’m dead.

It seems memory has run away,
what road did I travel to get to where
I used to be, the lovers have no faces
as I spin out into blackness.

There is a small tear, a white handkerchief
pressed to a blank face, an echo of name
but it’s as lost as my shadow, 
my run in slow motion, takes me in circles.

My eyes have stopped blinking.

Edward Rochester Esq.