Out of Synch

All I can do

is view you from afar,

high in the sky,

passing me by.

I am

just a shadow

to you.

Black,

see- through,

and inanimate as the sand

on which I stand.

When I hear you

I look up,

you interrupt

my day.

Then you are gone,

not noticing

that to be a shadow

is lonely.