Was that my voice,
so soft and warm?
Were those my words,
so straight and tight?
It’s as though
I have never known
this creature called
Myself.
Did I push him out
of my horizon?
I don’t even know
what and how I dealt
him. Nor what happened
to and of him.
Now as the journey
comes to an end
the Bus conductor
is asking if he is
carrying his ticket.
“If a man has paid
with his life, his
Shadow is free”.
The conductor was
gracious not to ask
who was the man and
who the shadow.
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