I was alone tonight
and i could be anything
even connected with you
but some fantasies
are too close to live with
and you are too silent
i never know if you are there
though i write directly to you
and indirectly for you
and there are so many doubts
about whether you have seen
or condemned what i wrote
And if I cannot have you
clinging to the fantasy
is too painful to bear
And so I did not call out
or allow myself to dream
that we were both in love
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