Ending day
We talked away the end of the sun’s fade
the room grew dark and her eyes grew grey
she told me that I should leave …
there was nothing…
nothing more to say.
I can’t believe its ended now;
all the years still linger with me, somehow.
The rooms … and the houses and the faces
all the months and the places.
All my lies and untruths have come back to me now
its a hard bitter thing, to see.
gallagher
15 may, 78
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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