She's come thru like an earthquake;
here and gone.
The furniture and I slightly stunned
at the emptiness she could leave
in so brief a time.
A note ... some pictures, punctuate
the two years since I saw her last.
... and now, we may never meet again.
A day of reacquaintance, passion
and parting ... it was unique.
She does something to me;
I ache inside when I think of her
and I remember
I've known the ache before,
watching her pass in and out
of my life.
She could have been the one...
my heart whispers.
gallagher
11 mar 85
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