I am always in your shadow.
The dark, cold spot left by your death.
I cannot seem to catch my breath.
I don't know which path to follow.
If I turn, I still meet sorrow.
Alone, yet sensing you hover
near but unseen--undercover.
Don't know how to shake the feeling.
Day by day, it sends me reeling.
Balance is hard to recover.
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