The ides again
Brittle days these
between my lives, dying
her cries tear at me
and some days my own loneliness
mocks me.
I feel her pain,
the pain of love ripping out
by the roots.
Today I wake empty
and feel alone all day.
I want to be held,
and earlier line haunts me…
‘What wonderland jungle is this that I’ve chose
in exchange for the loving nearness of Rose.’
Today, I want to lean on someone
but Rose is packing her love away
and I can’t pay her price.
gallagher
mar 13, 78
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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