Everything is the same in the dark.

I don’t recognize my shadow anymore.

He says he remembers me, but I think he might be lying.

I think I would remember him, too.

It’s not like my shadow should ever leave me.

Well, except in the dark.

Maybe he went away, and this new shadow came.

Maybe my real shadow is locked up someplace

where he is bound and gagged, nebulous in the dark

and he is the same as everything.