Songs of Exhaustion

She transposed herself into darkness, every night.

Hid behind it, somewhere.

Behind the shadow of something.

The trees, the houses, the earths.

I went out with a torch.

Illumined every part of those.

Hunting the haunted.

I came back, exhausted.

Every night.

Within the night.

Without her.

With a realization.

She had deep, dark eyes.

Click

She was photographing her shadow in the neon lights. Her shadow posed for her on the wall.

“My shadow’s such a proffesional bitch. She lures you with her lusty frame.”

She was jealous. But her camera won’t listen to her. It kept clicking. Click – clickety – click. When she was checking out the photographs of her shadow, later, she found on the wall her shadow checking out a few photographs too, in each of which she was seen photographing a shadow, holding my hand all the while.

“You belong to the wall”, she whispered into my ear.