Its raining pain
and there's nothing I can do but take it.
let it ache and wait.
I'm twisting for relief
empty mind, thinking mind
waiting for this bad dream to pass
and beginning to know it won't.
I can't imagine what my nights are going to be like
for the next 3 or 4 months
coming home to aching arc-lite rooms
waiting for salvation to call on the phone
and extend the agony of parting again.
So many empty rooms in my mind and heart
to confront me when I close my eyes.
And all the hours will wait empty for love's presence
and all the things I own will whisper to me
'she washed me, she resented me, she fixed me.'
Relentless pain with no promise of relief.
gallagher
30 Aug 1977
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —