It’s been 32 years, and it
still feels like cold turkey. John
Lennon has been out of my life now for about twice as long as he was in it, and
the isolation still plays games with my mind.
For 364 days each year, I
feel only joy for what he brought into this world. On this day, I can feel only bitterness and
sorrow.
Nobody told me there’d be
days like these.
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