Turning hard on these turning points,
my life and yours
are bound by so many threads.
The morning light on your face
the curve of your back
my memories of your love.
I hold you to chase away that hole
in my stomach, but it just won't go
because you're no longer mine.
You can only hold me
and whisper that your sorry for the hurt
and I hold you closer for something that's gone.
A flood of feelings at these turning points
awash in the light of my new life
I sit confused and searching
Through these snapshot memories
and Fellini futures....
gallagher
18 Dec 1977
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —