visit old friends, old loves, try not to show
the hesitation in my heart, the puzzled, muted grief
that you would want me gone. Although
I sometimes understood how it could be relief
to be alone, I must admit, it was with some disbelief
I heard your voice, this afternoon;
you called, you wished my travels could be brief,
that I might come home earlier than planned, oh soon...
I need to hear you say it still, and so
hello, my love, Hello, hello, hello.
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