SamadhiMuse

            Lise has made me see some things;
            after knowing her,
            I realize I’ve been looking
            for the right woman all my life.
            Rose has been for children and family
            and settling and just living;
            and these have only half satisfied me
            and left me a father and a vagabond, both.
            Lise opened me
            to the idea of living in a house together
            and becoming creative, as two;
            working together instead of alone.
            I wanted to write books for her
            and take her to show me Paris,
            write her letters of my travels,
            and have her manage my creations.
            I saw her as an equal, a true partner.
            Now, now I don’t know what I see,
            except confusion and lack of trust
            and this deep feeling that
            it’s not the same for her
            as it is for me.
            I remember my years with Rose’s love…
            she would sooth me and love me
            and then, full of her love,
            I would walk out the door
            looking for more.
            She never satiated me; only gave me security
            so that I felt free and strong;
            able to go out and look for that something
            I lacked but could not name.
                                    gallagher
                                    29 Nov 85

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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            I wish I knew what to do
              to get my heart back from this place.
            I don’t know who I am anymore
              and I’m not sure what I want.
            Canada seems all gray concrete and rain now
              and overseas is thousands of miles
            from anyone who loves me….
              I didn’t used to think like this.
            Lise, dear Lise, what have you done to me
              or, perhaps, what have I done to myself?
            By loving you as I have
              I’ll always know what I was missing.
                                 gallagher
                                 29 Nov 85

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

This entry was posted on Friday, November 29th, 1985 at 00:02 and is filed under 1985, Lise. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

         Somewhere we must balance the tendencies
           to trust and to distrust.
         Psychology has shown that adversive experience
           leaves a much deeper memory than positive experience.
         This makes sense from a survival point of view
           but it plays hell with human relationships.
         Too little trust will kill a relationship
           and too much can be self destructive.
         So once we’ve been hurt
           how do we find the balance again?
         How do we find the strength to be relaxed and secure
           and the wisdom and judgment
              to avoid another deep hurt?
                                 gallagher
                                 29 Nov 85

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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