The Shadow of The Imagined

I don’t know you.
Correction: I don’t know all of you.

You’re like a shadow.
That part that comes from the shining of the afternoon sun on your true self, the heart of you.
But please, show me your heart.
Or will it take time for me to see you?
After all. . .
Your shadow—is a representative.
My shadow—is a representative.
I can only imagine who you are from your shadow.
But once the sun goes down
Once trouble and tribulation emerge in the night
Once pain, jealousy, and envy wrap their arms around us and
Envelopes us
And squeezes us like the hungry pythons they are. . .
Then and only then will I know if what I see is what I imagined.
Or if what I imagined is truly real.
Or should we continue to fake it?
Should we continue to live as our shadows?
Continue to live within our imaginations of each other?
Instead of facing the pain of being our true selves?


Writing prompt: Write 5 minutes on the following phrase: A shadow can indicate what is only imagined.