She's a woman and I'm just a scared boy
its something we hid from a long time
in my Texas khakis and California sandals
and her tupperware and sewing patterns.
I wanted more, somehow...
maybe I knew I was fooling myself
so now, while she takes her lovers casually and waits for me
I sit alone in empty rooms
or laugh too loud
with my new friends.
She holds me on weekends, patiently
she knows I'm slow to learn
and then, when she's filled me up again with love,
she sends me out to play again
in the world of my fantasy and fears
my little boy dreams.
She waits for the man she sees in me,
behind the boy, I think,
to learn to see the woman in her
behind the mother.
gallagher
2 jun 75
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —