So many nights I’ve spent alone,
In quiet solitude.
I’ll sit there, trying to read a book
To take my mind off you.
But, then my mind starts wandering,
And all at once you’re there
Beside me, holding out your hand,
But all I touch is air.
Tomorrow brings another night
In which I’ll think of you
While I am sitting all alone
In quiet solitude.
June 20, 1980
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