My Shadow

In the morning I go outside
Just to look at my shadow.
In some angle it looks very wide
Or at a different angle it's narrow and tall.
But it's always the same.
My shadow is dark
Expressionless
Inside the park
But it's all I have
All that's left
My Shadow my only friend.
And I may seem crazy talking to a shadow
But it's better than talking to nothing full of woe.
But when the sun disappears in the clouds
Everything starts to quiet down
A silent stream, nothing loud.
But then my shadow leaves me
And there's nobody there
Once again in the evening..she...
Is once again alone.