Because I didn't manage to submit my poem in time...

... for class, here it is.

Icarus

i watched your shadow

in the long evening sun

golden and black

i heard your laughter

as your shadow grew wings

and flew away

when the sun went down

we walked

when your skin turned blue

we walked

when my skin turned cold

we walked.

My hand in your pocket

you spoke of great things

i smiled and nodded

don’t burn out

keep your shadow

don’t burn out.