Long time sleeping
Sometimes I lay awake at night
and my thoughts just crawl like liquid snakes
and my life seems to pass in front of me;
the waste, the traps, and the mistakes.
I remember all the years like snapshots
when Rose and I were younger
and the images and dreams turn inside of me
like hopes; my wishes, my friends.
I lay awake and ache for
just how terribly little I’ve learned
that our once simple love like children
is now the colder love of just friends
09-22-82
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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