When Shadows Speak

“Fix Me”

When Shadows Speak

They walk along their way,

yet never close enough.

Their posture hides the fire inside.

Arms hang carefully,

never straying from their sides—

as if a touch were risky,

as if motion itself were forbidden,

dangerous.

Silence hovers between them,

thick with unsaid words,

filled with safe phrases,

while heartbeats are subdued by doubt.

Each believes the other untouched by love,

each hides behind failed intuition.

But beneath them,

their shadows are fearless.

They dance close behind,

hands brushing, fingers twining,

smiling, mocking restraint,

weaving together with effortless truth.

Two silhouettes confess

what tongues refuse,

what eyes avoid,

what hearts burn to say.

The shadows

are already lovers,

living in the honesty

their bodies deny—

at least while the light

lays low,

casting them

just so.

The light, goes

Away