judas, maybe magdalene

she left three times
the first time i couldn't tell
the second time i was almost dead
and the third
well, by the third time
it was raining
and it was dark
and still i went down the street
got on the train
and left
at her command
you said
no wonder she left
and the first time
you left i waited for the second
and the third
and now
now i'm just a shadow
on your footsteps
when the sun hits from the side
and i'm her laughter
when the cord is about
to pull itself tight
and she knows not how to be
just like you
like no one
nought

for I am gone
at your command