I wish that I could hold you
And feel you close to me,
But maybe it’s just better if
I set your memory free.
You know I’ve been so lonely
Since you told me goodbye,
And now each night I go to bed
Then I lay there and cry.
But I can’t say I’ve missed you
Because I always find
That every morning when I wake,
You’re right there on my mind.
Oct. 4, 1989
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