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I lost my shadow on a clear day in March. It was years ago, don’t worry about me anymore—I’ve already learned how to stand without her. I know how much of me to leave behind when I let the light meet my skin.

Some say it was me who severed her from my soles and left her alone on that city block, on that windy-brisk day in March, but it felt different at the time. I mean, some days it felt as if she was the one keeping me rooted to the pavement. Other times, on the days I had to prove that she was really gone, it felt as if I should float up to the sun and greet the sky she could never see. 

But starting down the road without her, I didn’t know if it was freedom or loneliness that she left behind. I didn’t know what parts of me she took with her when she left. I just remember how she got up and walked away without a second thought. She disappeared down the street as if she’d never known my body at all. Again, it felt different at the time. 

I did run into my old shadow on a clear day in September last year, just a brief meeting in some coffee shop on a sunny city block. I hardly recognized her. She asked me how I was doing, and I told her that the sun says hello. I told her that I’m doing well. I told her that it was time to go.

The Blue Hour || Emma-Lee M.