Standing in the doorway,
Watching you as you walk down the drive,
I have to turn my head away
So you won’t see the teardrops in my eyes.
I see you on the sidewalk
With bags in hands, you’re walking down the street.
I wish that we had tried to talk.
We knew that there were problems we would meet.
As you turned the corner I could see you glancing back.
Something made you hesitate. I wish that you’d come back.
I hold my arms out to you and then I realize
The love that we once shared is gone, then teardrops fill my eyes.
Already I am lonely,
Even though you’re still within my sight.
I wish that you could hold me
The way you sometimes held me late at night.
You know I’ll always love you,
Even though it may not seem that way,
And I will always think of you
And hope that you’ll return to me someday.
Jan. 27, 1981
(With contributions from Victor Crespo)
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