I try to call you on the phone,
But there’s no answer when I call.
I drive by your place,
But you’re not there
And more and more
It starts to seem as though
You’re avoiding me intentionally.
Perhaps it’s my imagination,
But when I do chance to see you,
You refuse my advances
And turn away from me.
It makes me wonder if perhaps
You’ve found someone else
To take may place in your life.
It hurts to think that this may be true,
And I’ve cried at night
For it seems you’re avoiding me.
Jan. 23, 1982
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