shadow

his shadow has aged
reflecting the years he has trod this earth
edges frayed
his shadow seems to rise from the earth
caught in the fingers
of a mild summer breeze
though his shadow has never loved
there is but darkness
where its heart should be
though his shadow has never cried a tear
moisture appears to seep
from eyes that have never seen
though his shadow has never walked
it trembles from the effort
of a midday walk
his shadow has lived a lifetime
of could of beens
should of beens and might of beens
his shadow bears the burden
of dreams long forgotten
promises built upon fields of sand
his shadow grows tired
losing substance
in the fading light
his shadow slips into the past
filed away in a forgotten drawer
never to be seen again