Archive for May, 1975

1975-05-15

Thursday, May 15th, 1975
         I've lain with her when we made love
           like our souls were melting between us
             til, on the wings of our passion
               we lost touch with our separateness....

         And I've lain with her when it was all just an act
           and the actors were all the same
             and the names would not have mattered.

         I've chased her passion impatiently... often
           only to cling and claw at her patience... empty.

         She tells me I'm looking for paradise,
           some prize over the next hill,
             but she, herself, doesn't believe there's anything more
               and, that of what there is, we've got a lot.

         So now... now I sit in these empty rooms
           drinking wine with my poems and my doubts
             trying to fall asleep... trying to prove her wrong
               and wondering who's right.

                                 gallagher
                                 15 may 75

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1975-05-20 Rose

Tuesday, May 20th, 1975
                             Rose

            Studying along, I'm flashing concepts and theories
            integrating, wondering, organizing, anticipating
            and then WHAM, like a train from a tunnel
            comes the thought that I'm losing her.

            Big ache, you... how you surprise me.
            just minutes ago I was sure I could make it
              sure I could take it
                and here I am again, gathering up the pieces.

                                    gallagher
                                    20 may 75

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1975-05-31

Saturday, May 31st, 1975
           Tried so hard to go it alone
           but the strings just won't break
           that hold me to you, girl.
           Living alone and drinking wine to fall asleep
           I'm making it most times but then
           when I see you it all begins again.
           That old love's wound and comfort you send
           I just can't seem to fight it
           and I'm afraid I'm going to bend.
           Phone conversations where I just can't stand
           to hang up empty and broken again
           and have to wait to mend.
           I'm just not strong enough when I'm down
           to give it all away...
                                 gallagher
                                 31 may 75

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —