“THE WATERS EDGE” 11 Oct 93

I’ve got all my things
I’ve got my records and my books
my poems, my love notes, my junk
and there’s something missing
there’s a heart in here somewhere
I don’t know where it is
while the rain plays on the window pane
I’m too scared to admit
it’s you that I miss
I’ll say I’m happy
I’ll pretend that I’m free
but not free enough to say what I think
I wish you were here with me

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