The candles burn
on a weekday afternoon.
Two years since I've seen this girl
and still the same magic with her.
We talk about being lifetime friends
and that slow smile burns inside me
a smile of confirmation, love and joy.
My sister, my friend.
The years pass and it doesn't matter
if they go forwards or back.
These friendships we have
are the only enduring touchstones
as our lives sweep us all
to our demise.
The candles burn ...
a day castoff from the everyday
a lifeboat on a sea
of nonsense.
gallagher
8 mar 85
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —