Along the path-
passed the wall-
through the house-
and down the hall.
Out on the street-
down at the square-
always with you-
everywhere.
Behind or beside you-
wherever you go-
carried with you-
yet you do not know.
Not invisible-
except perhaps to you-
blind hearts have blind eyes-
no matter what you do.
Always following-
as promised for life-
I’m not your Shadow,
it’s me, your wife.
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