You are the first thing I think of in the morning,
And the last thing on my mind every night.
Since the day that you left me without warning,
There has been nothing in life that’s been right.
I spend every day just thinking of you.
I wish you could say why you left me blue.
When I go to bed, you’re there in my dreams.
I try clearing my head, but somehow it seems . . .
My life is a shell of what I meant to be.
I’m living in hell, with just your memory.
I’ve tried and I’ve tried to chase you from my mind.
I’ve cried and I’ve cried, and yet I still find . . .
March 3, 1990
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