Shadow

He only appears showing his shapes imitating her moves every time the light takes action
Because he is clearly seen that time merely
But, who knows he might be there below her feet when darkness comes
He, perhaps, hides in the blackness dissembling in an opaqueness
There is a probability, he always keeps an eye on her all the time
He lets her feet step on him to prevent any harmful things hurt her
He follows her behind to protect her from perilous matters
Apparently, he's always there watching her every action
Without her knowing
Without her realizing anything

Every time she looks down below, what she sees is only shadow of her feet
She keeps treading on it and he bears all pains she gives silently
When she looks behind, all she sees is only shadow of her figure imitating her strides
She keeps walking fast and he endures all fatigues she offers without complaining just to catch her
She is not aware on the fact of her loyal shadow that has been giving her a company is him
Yes, it's him, the one she has been doubting on
Yes, it's him, the one she has been concluding on
Yes, it's him, the one she has been throwing all negative thoughts at
In fact, he's always there anywhere she is
Who to blame then?
Her with her incorrect assumptions?
Him with his cowardliness?
The sun that blinds her eyes making her not recognizing him?
Or the moon that doesn't give enough lights to reflect his physique?

They are so compatible
She is his body
He is her shadow
Someday, I'm sure he will have an audacity to stand up from the ground and simply poke her back
Definitively, she will sense his faithful appearance after getting notified by him
Yeah, they will be sculpted together
That shadow will never leave her
When her time comes to move into a different world
She will  wrap her shadow and keep him folded neatly in her dead heart
Until they meet again in another life