The breeze blows lightly
In the darkness of night,
Then I see her face
And know things are not right.
Reaching out for me,
She takes me by the hand
As she starts to cry,
And I don’t understand.
Her tears start to fall
As she tells me goodbye,
Leaving me alone
Without telling me why.
I tried asking her
To explain this whole mess.
Then she cried again
And began to confess.
“There’s another man
That I’m now longing for.
I don’t love you less,
It’s just he loves me more.â€
June 15, 1983
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