A riddle for myself...

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it's a tiny little space
a crevice
a barely noticeable darkness
only a small shadow cast in the corner
of a sun lit room

it's a fleeting nag
in and out it comes
without warning of when or where
never explaining itself or it's presence
least of all how to make it go away

it's cold
not icy darkness cold
just an uncomfortable gust of wind
its the shivers of the sudden chill from a cloud
unexpectedly passing by the hot sun

it's quiet
never more than a whisper
the twelve inch voice
is all that's needed
for the distance between the heart and head

it's lonely
always hinting
wishing and hoping and watching
but refusing to beg
infinitely too proud to plead

it's lost
forgotten where it started
never knew the destination in the first place
there at the intersection with arrows in different directions
all labeled "wrong way"

it's meek
yet it's true what they say
or what is about to be said
it inherits the soul
in both it's presence and absence