Each time that I see you with him,
My future seems unsure.
I wonder what your feelings are.
I feel so insecure.
Whenever I see both of you
Together, and alone,
I feel an emptiness inside,
As though my love has gone.
If someday soon the two of you
Should find that love has grown,
Then I would bid farewell to life,
And all else I have known.
April 27, 1981
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