Do you walk in the shadows?
Now i no longer see,
Your fine, loving presence,
that meant so much to me.
Do you drift with the breeze?
Like a leaf from a tree,
When I'm feeling down,
How i wish you were near.
Do you miss me, so much?
Like I'm missing you,
Will i see you again?
When my life is through.
These thoughts that i wonder,
Are with me always,
I shall not forget you,
Till the end of my days.
Jayne Louise Davies
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