I've tried so hard to be up front, Baby,
knowing the others don't understand me
or believe me...and hoping you did.
But if I never hear your voice on that phone again
or see you step from the shower
washing him away...saying,
"We just went to dinner, Dennis."
It will be far too soon.
Why couldn't you be up front, Baby?
and not waste my time like that
making all my efforts at honesty
into just a pitiful taste in my mouth
so that I'm reduced to wondering why
I didn't hurt you first.
Why I waited, out of reluctance,
so we could share the bitter pill equally
and together
as the way of least hurt for both of us?
Word fail me now
I just see showers...and his hands
and your game...as if I were Eric
and as if I wasn't worth your effort
to be up front, always and forever.
Its cold here in this reality
you've made for us.
gallagher
25 mar 75
Buena Park
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —