Inquiry re an Accessory

That shadow you used to carry with you,
A coat folded neatly over your arm,
As if you were a server to yourself,

As well as guardian and protector
Of the shadow itself, carrying it
Both with aplomb and consideration,

Do you still have it? It’s been so long since
The last time I saw you playing flâneur,
Grey cashmere arm shadow for company.

I remember how you murmured to it,
Taking note of the immediate scene,
Speaking of morals and identities,

Historical responsibilities
Of the least individual to all
Of one’s people, if not humanity.

Eavesdropping, I could have sworn the shadow
Was absorbing education from you,
Though singular, no people of its own.

Have you found it a home? Lost interest
In mentoring an unresponsive thing?
You didn’t just give it away, did you?