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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