Strangers Poem by Harley Halford

I'm in love with a stranger. How ironic to the point of stupidity. I see him every night, and can not figure out his lonelyness.
Maybe, do you think, it's just the thought of blasphemy that polluted his mind. What else can it be to turn his angelic face to that of someone who is greiving? As he walks under the street lamp I see the shadow that follows him, even in the darkness. I think 'I love you, please don't look so sad, let your shadow of worries drift away into the past.' He turns his head, his shadow unwillingly moves with him, in my direction. His shadow fades. The clouds move to let the moon shine and create a new beautiful, flawless shadow. He walks to me thinking 'I love you, too. I'm looking into the eyes of my future, my life, my shadow.' I walk to him, my life, my future, my shadow.