When we parted ways

I started following

my shadow

down the sidewalk’s cracks

walking West each sunrise

until she whispered:

turn around —

move toward the sun,

I’m right here behind you

every step of the way.

With you gone

I learned to trust

the rush

of being in front.

I realized

I was better off

missing you

than having you here

blocking the light.

Now I walk East

into the ray of new day —

I’d rather miss you

than get tangled

in your shadow’s way.