1978-04-05

Its so different between here and there.
just a dream two memories share.
and I remember from the other place
that her eyes and lips have pressed my face.

Its not easy to see her here,
amid the phones and the business air,
and sometimes we smile and say nothing much.
its empty and far…so far from touch.

Ah, but I remember where…remember where…

In the soft light I can see her eyes
looking at mine thru our impassioned highs
and her pursed lips waiting, dusky soft and square
like a crushed rose that cries for love’s repair

Yes, this comeS to me here, in the office now,
thru this glass wall amid the computer’s howl
that my soul has touched her’s in flight
and all these bright hours only await the night.

gallagher
05 apr 78

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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