Its the transitions that always get us.— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
We love and then things change;
love’s there, …love’s gone.
We churn on about who and why and how,
but they’re not relevant.
It’s just the changes that have meaning
and the rest is simply
reflections of our pain.
There’s comedy, pathos, and lies
woven from many sides, here.
There’s the moment, so transient
and so bitter, at once.
And there’s the refusal to accept
and the agony of despair
and then … slowly, a profound clarity
as perspective finally comes,
and then a long healing.
gallagher
23 Nov 85
– in Westminster mall walking with Christopher, age 5.
Archive for the ‘Lise’ Category
1985-11-23
Saturday, November 23rd, 19851985-11-23
Saturday, November 23rd, 1985I feel hammered and rinsed today.— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
My nerve endings over-fired
lie now, slightly numb.
The lack of sleep, the tension,
this cold, these rapid transitions
from love to storm and agony
and back again
leave my eyes stripped of masks.
From the battles of the heart
with my ears still ringing
I’ve come here.
gallagher
23 Nov 85
1985-11-23
Saturday, November 23rd, 1985I’ve learned that for some people— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
love is not the most important thing.
For Lise the opportunities and advantages
offered by Anthony outweigh love.
An exquisite truth in that I’ve never
followed the path of love
this far before.
But isn’t it always here,
on the edges of our experience,
that we find life’s surprises?
This isn’t fair to Lise;
I cannot know her true motives,
only their effects.
gallagher
23 Nov 85