He would not stay for me, and who can wonder? by A.E. Housman
Thinking of Etta. Ah, heartache. I spent the better part of yesterday listening to your voice while I nurse a memory. He would not stay for me, and who can wonder? A.E. Housman He would not stay for me, and who can wonder? He
Oh, When I Was In Love With You by A.E. Housman
I had to deal with a few things and talk to myself for awhile, without anybody listening. Witnesses only compound the pain. But here I am again. Quite myself again. In Pampanga, in the car, while S. goes to find