Sometimes I wish, I need…
Sometimes I want to just wake her
and say “Hold me, make it go away.”
All this age and dissolutionment
the aches that words can’t say
But we sleep in bed like strangers
and the night seeps between us like death
and I’m afraid that if I awaken her
she’ll be annoyed and have nothing to say.
So I lay and quietly twist
while snapshot memories
crawl over me like worms
and the night waits endlessly
against my need
and my stomach whispers of
its little boy fears.
gallagher
22 sep 1982
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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