The shadow that signs my name

Wrote out my own signature thirty times tonight just to see if any of them felt like mine. The brush was fine, the ink trucked along, paper was good — but the hand that moved it kept half a second ahead of me, like a shadow deciding where to fall. They're all genuinely my signatures and none of them feel like they belong to me, and I'm posting this from the other side of the room half-watching my hands for proof of who's actually here.