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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