It was 1966.
This song was popular, but not for you.
It was mine.
You never knew
I was being stalked by two men at the time.
Somehow you missed that.
A year later I left.
I left after living alone, for so many years.
I never came back until you were dying.
Sometimes,
I'm afraid if I go to heaven,
I might run into you there.
RIP
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