The Man Who Chased His Shadow

Every once in a while I see him near me
Always by my side
I wonder why he has never spoken
Maybe he is shy?
He always steps in time with me
And swings his arms as well
Yet he didn’t pick me up
When I tripped and fell.
I want to look him in the eyes
Yet I never see his face
I tried to chase him once
Yet somehow he won the race.
I never truly know his size
As during the day he grows,
But when it goes dark outside
I don’t know where he goes.
One day I will meet him face to face
And talk to him at last
And tell him thank you for all the years
And listen to what he will ask.