He is my frequent companion

walking alongside me

always listening

my secrets are safe

a silent partner

my distorted twin

playfully forging ahead

or sporadically trailing behind

I hope to watch over me

We’re always connected

but at times he is hidden

craving the light 

to have his darkness recognized

a continuum of grey shades

stretching out

then fading

seeping through fenceposts

clinging to walls

one silhouette after another

imitating my every move

is it flattery

or mockery?

he never lets on

keeping secrets of his own

Leaving me to question

Are his quiet ways


or menacing?

In my own darkness

I’m left to wonder

My secrets are safe

In his silence

But am I?