The Shadow - Poem by Eric Peters
Come, he said, let us take the last sunlight
And walk together to where the night
Waits like a stranger by the road.
She took his hand and measuring his pace,
Drew their last hour around her like a scarf.
As they went she did not hear him speak
But listening, she heard the darkness
Rustling at her sleeve.
And thinking it was only leaves
She missed the shadow in the trees.
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