Shadows know my name (Marcella Boccia)

The light may turn, the voices fade,
yet in the dusk I stay the same.
No prayer nor star could tear away
the way the shadows know my name.They slip along the cobbled streets,
they linger soft on windowpanes,
they hum the tune my heartbeat keeps,
they echo loss, they echo pain.No stranger sees, no lover knows
the weight I bear, the silent claim—
but when the night’s last ember glows,
the shadows call me by my name.