I was at His place.
And we were talking about Nothing.
The kind of stuff that would make Your eyes glaze over.
But it was time to leave,
so I left.

As I headed back
to the hellhouse that is my home
for nine months of the year,
I felt my sanity escaping.
I felt the emptiness approaching.
I felt life
laughing at me.

I looked in the street
and I saw an army of Shadows.
Marching single file.
All uniform.
All determined.
All with a destiny.
Never stopping when run over by cars.
Never faltering when engulfed by light.
Never fearing when engulfed by night.

In front of me
was my Shadow.
Dark. Alone. No companion.
Feeling no love.
Feeling no emotion.
Feeling nothing at all.

I passed by a light
and my Shadow split in two.
One stronger than the other.
The other weaker than the one.
Curiously, the weaker in lead
as if to protect the strong.

Slowly, the leading Shadow faded in the darkness
taking part of my soul.
The lone remaining Shadow
never had a chance.
It vanished just as quickly
a victim of lonliness.
And the darkness quickly engulfed
what little remained
of my soul.