Andrea
It's Spring again, Andi,
And I miss you so much.
It's been almost four years, Andi.
How I long for your touch.
I need your voice again, Andi.
I miss how close we used to be.
It's been such a long time, Andi,
Since we spoke, you and me.
I want to see you, Andi,
See you for real, I mean.
You're my best friend and I love you, Andi,
But your face I've never seen.
Maybe this Summer, Andi,
I'll come and see you.
And maybe this Summer, Andi,
You can come here and see me too.
Kristin Tone
4-14-00
10:05 AM
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