30 mar 78— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
Sudden end of love
she found us mingled in the aftermath of passion
and it nearly killed us all
broken glass, broken bed, broken heart
when they left
and left me to clean up
The moment’s past and I could feel a node
had gone down
history resettled, fortunes changed
and all of who I was altered
tomorrow’s an unknown again
Rose likely will not speak to me again
Kathy left our initial encounter amid flying glass
and Kim called and departed, unfulfilled
and, for me, tomorrow waits
to see what they’ll all make of this
No help in the morning, my loans are called in
and some months will be needed to heal us all
if anything can.
gallagher
30 mar 78
Archive for the ‘Kathy’ Category
1978-03-30 30 mar 78
Thursday, March 30th, 19781978-04-05
Wednesday, April 5th, 1978Its so different between here and there— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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 come 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
1978-04-09 For Kathy A.
Sunday, April 9th, 1978For Kathy A.— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
Ah lady, so torn and tangled
I want so to make you smile and laugh
and to share the secret spaces
where the little girl lives inside of you
but sometimes those deep channels
of your pain and indecision just run too deep
Its as if I’m in some crazy Italian movie
I feel your life and see your pain
between the hours and cups of coffee
and these office walls
and when you have to push to keep yourself together
I can feel the struggle too
sometimes your phone voice is so professional
I wonder where you’ve hidden yourself
and I ache for someone I know is in there
I wonder, sometimes, what you would become
if you were freed to love
would your concentration then give way
to joyous competence
and would just staying on top
become the ride of a lifetime?
Ah lady, what I feel are my memories and empathy of you
your brown eyes so full of promise and pain.
they capture me again and again
until I stare … rapt and dumb
into someone’s soul so torn and lovely at once.
gallagher
09 apr 78
