Is that you?

The shadows lift away as
the sun climbs higher and
she’ll say,
is that you?

who else could it be?

when she says,
let me think,
I sink into the abyss
where bliss
is unknown to me
she says,
only joking.

we jibe and poke
but it’s just
shadow smoke
that lifts away.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.