Read Poem: How it feels to be lonely, by Abby Richardson

hadow creatures
between awake and asleep,
painting alleyways and
silhouettes on rented houses,
any but their own.

stepping in and out of lives
so smoothly
that their echo,
similar to a drop in a puddle:
ripples and then calms.

a shadow rests
on the opposite side of the light,
occupying a small space
for a small time:
reprieve from the burning sun

a shadow
can be striking
but only for a moment;
the day and it’s events
can only be a memory.

as the sun searches
for rest, becoming
a drop behind the horizon,
the shadow finds company
and loses its shape