I look in your eyes, but I don’t see the same glow.
Now, there’s a shadow.
I speak to you to avoid those dark voids, but the difference in your voice is subtle.
The mirth in your tone is but a shadow of its former self.
I walk away to find the space to understand what is happening, but you follow.
And your shadow dances behind you, moving with a gait I don’t recognize.
I shudder. I panic. You aren’t the same person you once were.
You’ve been replaced. A shadow now occupies the person I loved.
I know what you are. I’ve read the stories, and I thought they were all lies.
But I know they’re true. A shadow has possessed you, and I’m never getting you back.