I pray each night
That you and I
Will someday meet again.
I wrote you and
I told you that
I loved you.
You said our love was over,
But we could still be friends.
So now we write
Each other,
Not as lovers,
But as friends,
And deep inside
I just can’t hide
The love I find
Still there.
Aug. 24, 1977
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