Shoulder to shoulder.

Sitting with sadness, shoulder to shoulder

My twin shadow, only she is void of color.

Moving when I move

Still when I’m stone

A dedicated mime

Somber and lone.

Busyness silences her deafening pain

Yet sunset beckons once again

Capturing, I strangle and lock her deep

Only to be haunted by her bellowing weep.

So unshackled, uncaged, free, we sit

Shoulders collapsed by her weights omit

Sadness so thick it strangles the heart

Like the humidity on a southern summer start

She demands to be acknowledged

Insists to be seen.

So we sit shoulder to shoulder,

Until contentment, I gleam.