The evening come to me bitter— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
like the taste of hate on the vine
and all the things she said she’d do to them
I’ve all into her fate these same things intwined
hate is so wrong…it dies in your mind.
gallagher
10 may, 78
Archive for the ‘Rose’ Category
1978-05-10
Wednesday, May 10th, 19781978-05-14
Sunday, May 14th, 1978How quickly turns the wheel— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
on which our heartaches ride
our love which was so evergreen
now shows its winter side.
She kissed my soul and loved me as a boy
her love for ten years nurtured me
a mother, friend, lover and more.
Much more than these.
Her love has been my sanity
her loss beyond belief.
I guess the hardest part
is to see the change in her.
The bitter weeds her heartache’s sowed
and which my own injustice grew.
Sometimes I see her faults so clear
sometimes only her love.
The same girl whose moods enrage me
is the one whose love can then unthaw.
I guess I can live without her love
but I wonder how to pass these straits
where my heartaches mount in chorused screams
and each moment becomes a day.
gallagher
14 may 78 – Long Beach
1978-05-15 Ending day
Monday, May 15th, 1978Ending day— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
We talked away the end of the sun’s fade
the room grew dark and her eyes grew grey
she told me that I should leave …
there was nothing…
nothing more to say.
I can’t believe its ended now;
all the years still linger with me, somehow.
The rooms … and the houses and the faces
all the months and the places.
All my lies and untruths have come back to me now
its a hard bitter thing, to see.
gallagher
15 may, 78