Emptiness walks within me where she was and the days have become like months. Last night I went to her for rest but I lay open beside her to no avail. Something's gone, and I'm not sure what... some of it is my dominance of her, and some of it is the loss of my certainty of her regard, and some of it is my choice to avoid such rest stops, and some is my emotions blocking my vision of what it was that brought me here. It all will pass with time, says my reason, screams my mind.... gallagher 10 apr 75
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