The Shadow Man

Beneath the streetlights I have watched him warily Black, stout like a thug Sticking close to my heels. I walk away casually, as if unhurriedly He doesn’t follow but moves swiftly ahead Taller, taller, he stretches himself I hesitate, wondering what to do next. Bravely, I walk on, as he pales himself Into the lights and shades of the doorways – I look around, sigh comforted Until he looms again beneath the next streetlight. Now behind, now at my heels, Now snaking, now sneaking away from me, Like an omnipresent God He streaks in the light of a passing car. I pause. I realize he is an unobtrusive friend The only one I can call my own. My friend! I weep for you! Where will you go when I am gone?