Emptiness walks within me where she was
and the days have become like months.
Last night I went to her for rest
but I lay open beside her to no avail.
Something's gone, and I'm not sure what...
some of it is my dominance of her,
and some of it is the loss
of my certainty of her regard,
and some of it is my choice
to avoid such rest stops,
and some is my emotions
blocking my vision of what it was
that brought me here.
It all will pass with time,
says my reason,
screams my mind....
gallagher
10 apr 75
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