1989-02-27

You go away
and I miss the touch of your skin
and the edge of your intelligence,
the pleasure of your sincerity.

But when you are gone
I reflect and read and exist
in the quiet spaces
and there are insights
and different contentments.

And as I seek for truth and light
you constantly come to mind
and I treasure these thoughts
even as I treasure your return.

gallagher
sjc
27 feb 89

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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