The sun starts to set as the evening draws near.
I’m sitting alone once again.
I’ve wandered the streets through the day in a haze.
I don’t even know where I’ve been.

My nights are a void, where I’m longing for love.
The darkness is brutally cold.
It’s difficult waiting for dawn to arrive
With only my memories to hold.

I still can recall when my life was complete.
I spent all my evenings with you.
These days as I’m facing the nights all alone,
My memories will help see me through

Nov. 29, 1989

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