Missing You  

Looking around, earnestly;  
she's not there!  
About anything else, honestly,  
I don't seem to care.  
"Stop. Do something.  
Get her off your mind.  
Wishing isn't helping,"  
but to this, I'm blind.  
Wish she was here now;  
I want to see her.  
But, I wouldn't know how  
to say it, if I called her.  
And what really  
gives me a fright,  
this may seem silly,  
but it's only Friday night.  

November 1984  


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