Inversion, diverted

Dusk:

I was walking out the door again,

and you caught me.

We stood there, entwined in the doorway

between the orange evening and our blank kitchen wall,

where the lowering sun threw up our shadows,

that looked for a moment like one.

Until I pulled away,

watching our shadows separate over your shoulder,

and it was hard to say from where the impetus came:

me or my dark sister,

which was reflecting which.

Because truth be told

I could have stayed there,

wrapped up in you forever.

It must have been my shadow

that wanted out.