Shadow Elusive

Sometimes I see

a black shadow,

ghostly,

slipping along a wall

at the farthest edge 

of my peripheral vision,

so elusive

I can barely catch it

out of the corner 

of my eye.

I never turn my head.

I don't want to

look too close.

I'd rather believe

that it is you.

Peggy's prompt over at Poetry Jam tonight is: Shadows. For fourteen years, I had a big black wolf shadowing me everywhere I went. The last two years without him I have so felt his absence. But every now and then, barely glimpsed out of the corner of my eye, sometimes there is the hint of a black shadow...........