Analysis of A Shadow in the Rain

Born from a light post on a black rainy night,
My lonely shadow trailing, failing to be noticed,
Until in angular movement up a brick building,
it slowly circled around beside me revealing
My head drooping on neckless shoulder;
rising in forward motion.
Now it is tall, as I am tall; a dark, faceless,
A wet reflection of me against the refulgent wall.
I turned my head to the left toward the past,
Revealing my long, curved nose.
A look of dignified wisdom as I foolishly
Stood in the lonely rain wondering who I am
And why.

This weeping apparition hides my eyes and tears
For shadows I will never see again.
Past the light, my shadow proceeds before me  growing taller with each soggy, aching step,
Until the dark consumes my empty spirit
Passing in the night.