Many endless nights I’ve spent
Sitting, thinking of you.
Countless times I’ve wondered,
Are you thinking of me, too?
Many days I’ve spent alone.
It’s so lonely without you.
I’ve often stopped and wondered,
Are you still lonely, too?
I cry myself to sleep at night.
My tears are all for you.
Alone at night I wonder,
Are you still crying, too?
Feb. 25, 1979
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