I’ve thought of you often,
Though I know it’s really useless
For me to do so, because
I don’t even know your name.
Your face keeps appearing
In my dreams each night,
And each day I spend hoping
That we might meet again.
I watch for you wherever I go,
Yet it seems as though you were
Never more than just a dream.
I’m a fool to feel this way
About someone I don’t know,
But I’ll look for you tomorrow,
And I’ll dream of you tonight.
Dec. 10, 1981
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