At times I long to feel your arms
Around me, warm and tight,
Or hear your whisper, telling me
That everything’s all right.
Sometimes when I awaken in
The middle of the night,
I find, when stumbling through the dark,
That tears have blurred my sight.
Though often I find loneliness
Has filled me with dismay,
I realize that we were left
With nothing more to say.
I know it’s best that you have left
To go your separate way.
Perhaps if I had loved you more,
I’d miss you less today.
Oct. 4, 1989
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