I met myself

On my way back home
I met myself
With my hand in the pocket
Like some stranger
I looked at me

I tried to wave
With raised brows
I continued to whistle
I continued to slip away..

My feet absently took the same route
But I couldn’t reach out
Could not hold my hand
I had become a shadow

I was the gray mirror image
Just a blur reflection
I was the caged prisoner
Of the mysterious me

While the I reached the edge
and took that flight
My shoulders drooped
I knew I was lost

The shadow that I had become
Could not be freed
Not from the free me