I want to be my shadow
trade places for a day
go where she goes
what adventures she must
go on
always disappearing when I’m inside
To be my shape without a face
a blank slate
eyes that see but not be seen within
my secret smile
a hidden dance
a glowing dark world of my own
I want to be my shadow
an outline without a face
able to disappear
Your poem made me think of my shadow in another perspective and made it sound like fun to trade places for the day.