Racking my brain with painful confusion, 
you've put me in turmoil without conclusion; 
making me happy, then sad, 
turning me gloomy, then glad. 
Every path, it seems, I take, 
my heart can't help but break, 
because I end up staring at you, 
always feeling blue, 
when you want me to go anywhere, 
just as long as you're not there. 
It hurts every time I learn 
that without you I burn, 
and yet I always know 
without me you can go 
on, 
gone, 
leaving me here 
to shed a tear, 
or maybe two. 
I can't forget you. 

May 13, 1985