When I was young I had no empathy for
ancient Orpheus.
I never understood how it was a man
could miss
One person to becoming universally
bereft,
But I think I understand now. Ever
since the day I left,
I've thought of you occasionally, and
once I wished you'd call,
But I'll go nuts in five more minutes
if I can't watch some baseball.
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