You are in the shadows I see on the wall
you are the phantom hands that catch me when I fall
you are the whispers I hear when alone
you are in the dreams that my mind has sewn.


Your memory stops me when I start to sink
but your face fades as I start to think
it turns to washed out white and grey
and I soon realise the passing of the day.


And though you're gone, you linger on,
in the setting sun and the rising dawn.
For your still protect me from far away
I just wish that you could have stayed.

The End

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