I chose this poem because it describes a person who a shadow to the world. They act like they were left behind by someone they once knew well, and they left to be out in the world, while he was still in the shadows. I think this is a free verse poem because it has no certain rhyme, or structure.
I became less than a stranger,
easily left behind,
an impetus
for your departure,
a muse who inspired
your plans
of solitary devising,
carefully polished in your mind,
savored by a heart
that no longer knew me.
As I shuffle through
the scraps
of what you left me,
I think I see
you watching,
and then the image
pops,
the way a light bulb does
as it ends its earthly life,
a burst of brightness,
leaving me startled,
surprised
that I’m alive.
easily left behind,
an impetus
for your departure,
a muse who inspired
your plans
of solitary devising,
carefully polished in your mind,
savored by a heart
that no longer knew me.
As I shuffle through
the scraps
of what you left me,
I think I see
you watching,
and then the image
pops,
the way a light bulb does
as it ends its earthly life,
a burst of brightness,
leaving me startled,
surprised
that I’m alive.