For Kathi K— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
And what of you, Kathi … that the season buries you
beneath our mismatched fears … understanding turned to scorn
I can’t blame you, no, I can’t …
Winter whispers around my door … ‘truth wasn’t enough’.
but then mine wasn’t love … at least, not like yours …
you were right about so many things
I still can’t find out why it didn’t rhyme
You had everything I could’ve wanted
I keep remembering you said it … and you are fine
I can remember talking to you … you could make me high.
Your passion was the best of everyone I’ve known
with your flame we both could fly …
we laughed … the waitress thought us newlyweds
My friend, I love you as my friend, my lover
but I can see as clearly as the next
this time you’ve made up your mind
and my world will be much the emptier
and its such small consolation … that I never lied.
gallagher
Long Beach
12-05-78
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1978-12-05 For Kathi K
Tuesday, December 5th, 19781978-12-05
Tuesday, December 5th, 1978Got thoughts of her running thru my head— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
I remember when … I remember what we said
I remember, all my feeling’s not dead
Even in the mountains lost in another’s love
I could remember places we shared, the years that we lived
it seems these days I’m thinking more of her
and how we used to share our lives.
I think of my son growing strong
and I wonder how long he’ll be good when I’m gone
Maybe my memory plays, leading me back again
I don’t know … maybe the winter’s just too cold
In a secret place, it never fails me
I feel a trace of all our love could know
and how little any of these others have come to show.
gallagher
5 dec 78
1978-12-19
Tuesday, December 19th, 1978Drinkin wine, coming home here late at night— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
she’s calling me back for ten years
she’s so pretty
Just having her in my life makes me feel special
I wonder how to save this feeling
I feel love come stealing behind my eyes
I see her hair … her face and feelings
she’s too much like what I always wanted
that others seem foolish and her vision clearer.
How can I hold this feeling…
ten years wore it down.
C.S. Lewis whispers to me … its the Devil come posing
He’s habit and taking for granted that good love is common
and that we’re not necessarily cast with our best mate.
He’s long lookin without sight … he’s un-huhs and half heard
Ah, beneath it all … we’ll grow old together or apart
everything’s for something … every play has its purpose
That love has stood so long could be my lesson
or just another meaningless rhyme in life’s fathomless song
but do I care here … no, I still see my vision’s light
her love speaks to me tonight.
gallagher
19 dec 78