down?

i still live in the shadows,

of love lost

or never found.

People,

lovers,

friends,

passing through,

but never staying.

i wonder,

if i am thought of at all,

but have gone to a place,

i can not be,

at least not yet.

My heart feels old,

yet my mind young.

I am plagued

with these wispy shadows,

i can no longer touch.

They effect me,

deep to my core.

i rise up,

to brush them away,

yet they cling,

not like shadows,

not clouds,

but like molasses

or tar.

I will walk away,

but will they follow?