What emptiness fill me each time at the thought
that she could share with another
that which she and I sought.
That there are places and times
not mine to receive
these I find like holes in my thoughts
when I leave her.
The karmic whip betrays at every step
my treasured fantasies all played quite inept
I can expect nothing from her
but what I expect from myself
and I find that love and trust
were my only true wealth.
gallagher
28 july 75
- about Rose
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