Bette Midler, because . . . when I was young and weeping daily, this. And I am feeling a bit of the same kind of blue, now, here. There is no one to tell, there are stories I can’t seem to release, things of which I can’t let go, and, too, things of which I will never get hold.
“Even though you’ve gone from me . . . oh, woe, why? Tragedy.”