in a curious situation lately
as those feeling once thought
dead are starting to reappear. 1988
she called and I was hoping it
was her as a long weekend was
eased by the sound of her voice. 1988
without the usual
"moments of grief"
from you I feel so
unattended now. 1988
one day we'll meet for lunch
in public and will not care who
sees us together... one day we
will do that so please don't cry. 1988
her time was mine and
mine belonged to anyone
who could pay the freight
and leave me "free time"
to pursue my passions. 1988
clouds cover my thoughts
as you cover my love
with you constant caring. 1988
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