The shadow

It's day 40..he hasn't had a single drink. He can't be certain enough to declare that he' s quit.
Every step, his shadow follows him like it were a deep black pit...Its perfectly framed to engulf him. He treads with care, not to stumble in. You can't see his struggle... you may think he's on a jaunt.
If only you could see his shadow.

Its month 40 ..she hasn't seen him. She can't be sure she's over him. That music brings another memory that she struggles to lock away. She buries it into her shadow that treads close at her feet. She brings smiles wherever she goes, fighting her own tears.
If only you could see her shadow.