The Shadow

Missing Someone so much I saw this person everywhere

       
                                        The Shadow

                          Driving aimlessly down the road,
                          wondering what the shadows will bring.
                          My cigarette shines like a beacon,
                          yet, my way remains foggy,
                          my soul a constant haze.

                          The shadow dances before me,
                          taunting, teasing like a temptress.
                          Desires to embrace her wholly,
                          to leave this shell haunts me.
                          No tears as I go, Ah rapture!
                                            .  .  . .I am found.