I Wanted to Tell you......

I wanted to tell you
I hate when you’re so far way
I want to feel like
An old blue sweater
On the arm of your chair
Comfortable and warm
And accustomed
To being there
And you like it that way


I wanted to tell you
I miss you……
Before you say good-bye
And I don’t know why
But August nights
Were meant for two
You…..and I
And sometimes a telephone
Just won’t do

I wanted to tell you
That maybe satisfaction
Lies in the hunger
And the dream
And being younger
Is not all it may seem
I wanted to tell you
I love you…..but I
Heard myself saying….good-bye

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Janet Martin