1978-07-25

Nothing to say … though I try
if I wrote her a letter
or myself a poem
what would I say?
That I love something about her?
That I ache from our sophisticated
lack of trust?

Its so confusing … I try so hard to resolve it
but there’s never enough to go on
with emotions high and she as complex as I
and much less thought out
or self understood

I wish it would simplify
and I wish we would learn some bottom line trust
and I know it’ll be difficult with us both so alike,
self-centered, used to winning.

I want to love, badly, but I won’t lose if I see it coming

I’m left waiting thru weeks and months
of ever closer and closer passages to what she thinks
until I want to shout ‘Open up..!’ … trust me
and yet, her time’s not right.

Her marriage unraveling…
her ego expressions of sexuality gaining wings…
her freedom beckoning…

They all cast me a ‘rebound man’
and both she and I can see it.

Nothing to say, though I try…

if i wrote her a letter…or myself a poem.

gallagher

25 jul 78

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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