Woke up from some rainy dream
Rose and I parting, again, it seems
so casual and callous, she, to me
and then, as I leave…tears
but, when I did leave it was again
amid anger and that sour feeling inside
that dies so poorly there.
I can’t understand or reach her
she seems to care at times
and to be bent on inconsideration
all the rest.
gallagher
june 09,78
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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