I see you in the shadows
and all around me.
In every lurking corner,
but its not reality.
And sometimes in the faces
of people in the street.
From far and wide,
those that I meet.
But its not the same
as holding you,
of having you near.
Of listening to your heartbeat.
To me you are so dear.
This waiting game
is draining.
I cannot go on.
I must try and forget you
and understand that you are gone.
I see you in the shadows
and all around me.
In every lurking corner,
but its not reality.
Verse: Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson (c) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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