Shadow

Here is the shadow again, he thought, that lies on my bed.
Resurging from his slumber, the man peered down to the entity that was wrapped by his arms. This entity, surreal yet fading, phases through his fingers, and yet his fingertips, his hands, tried to feel its physique, only to be given a dull sense of nostalgic warmth. A warmth, like a dying ember that refuses to be doused, that invoked bittersweet fragments of visions that would have, could have, and should have happened.
As if triggered, the cogs of his mind clicked again, the grand constitution of his broken mind, to whisper those dreaded words that he wished to block out.
“She’s gone, and you made her leave.”
Charged emotions, numbed like him, were aroused from his crying heart, and he felt yet another wave of sensation through him; feelings of anger, despair, hopeless, regret…
Vaulting himself to the side of his bedframe, his hands ran through his lethargy-coated face. The wistful warmth that resided in those hands were gone, but the fool wished to retrieve once more, even for one last time.
“Are you going to follow me again?” A raspy voice croaked out of him. “You better not be in my way.”
As if it listens, he considered. If it did, it would have left months ago.
Time, those chilled blows of prickly wind instead of being the rejuvenating gusts of cosy winds, coursed through his dog-tired body as he went on with his days. The shadow, as by its nature, trailed him loyally without failure. Indeed, there were times where his shadow became ignored or neglected as he delved into his social events, work life, personal life. Yes, the time that this man possessed had been gambled on distractions and diversions to drag his mind away from this shadow and what it bears.
But, after his bustling social life, his competitive workforce, his relaxing personal life, he always come back to his silent house, where the shadow, as patient as it always is, waits without warning.
“She’s gone, and you made her leave.” The shadow, without a mouth, spoke.
With no family or loved ones to love, he can only beckon the shadow to comfort him much longer.