One more time you’ve spoken to
The woman who’s in love with you.
Why it warms my heart I wonder?
I thought I put your memories under.
Yet they are haunting me.
Will I ever find a way of breaking free?
You are surely not in love.
So why hasn’t my heart given up?
It is not a fair that a memory
Can throw away the linking key.
I wanted to keep you behind the wall
That keeps me from giving you a call.
But once again you have escaped.
Now I must ask, could I do the same?

12-21-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
PS. Let me go!