Shadows

So the shadows read their scripts
and play their parts along the walls
to the beat of the creaking of the settling house
and the melody of the howling of the wind
through the branches of the trees outside
and
they have you thinking
they're not what your heart knows they really are...
So when the lump
rises
at the back of your throat
when you're at home
alone
at night;
and you suppress the
foolishness
in the back of your mind,
the shadows
smile
and continue dancing.
They'll have you soon enough...