December, January, and February
Someday, perhaps, she’ll be by
wanting to settle into the patterns
of this life.
Until then, she can never ‘just see me’.
It always has to ‘mean’ something,
be something, go somewhere.
I’m sorry, Kathy.
With you I’ve never understood why
just love and friendship weren’t enough.
So today, once again, we part.
We drop our sexual magic
and this friendship that tried
to transcend the years
and the marriages and the lovers.
gallagher
19 Feb 86
raining in Irvine and Hawiian gardens
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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