She’s gone again across the miles
and as they open up between her and I
I can feel this emptiness in my stomach growing again
Sister, lover, friend, equal … all of these … easily.
she wakes me from my sleep everytime she looks at me
and leaves me in some kind of ‘less than it could be’ agony
everytime she’s gone … she’s real amid dreams.
gallagher
22 oct 78
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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