31 winters or, under, under gray skies— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
the winter is drawing like a hand around my heart
my feelings stopped thawing, begin to get hard
the winter sky crawling, the days growing cold
i’m tired of needing but compromise grows old
and i wish i could find warmth in somebody’s sun
and leave all our feelings between us, just get warm
its a cold life without love, a love of your own
and that old bitter compromise beckons me, beckons me home
i’ll put on my warm coat and wait, wait for the winter to go
and wait out the pain and the rain and feeling so low
i’m alone and its hard but i’ll make it if i try
i’ll get cold; heart of ice but i know i won’t die.
gallagher
30 oct 78
Archive for the ‘1978’ Category
1978-10-30 31 winters or, under, under gray skies
Monday, October 30th, 19781978-11-13 To Dennis Gallagher
Monday, November 13th, 1978 To Dennis Gallagher
"Is he really gone?", she asked,
wondering if that was really the
question.
"No, I'm here.", he said,
though he knew he was elsewhere.
"I can't find you!"
She was getting worried and upset.
But she held onto herself.
"Where did you go?", she asked,
knowing she wouldn't like the
ANSWER.
"Nowhere.", he said,
thinking a lie would cover up.
"I don't believe you!"
she went away knowing that
was the best and only move.
She didn't know, but it didn't
MATTER.
She still cared and loved.
He lied, but it didn't make a
DIFFERENCE
He still loved and cared.
Helen O'flarerty
Nov 13, 78
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
1978-11-14
Tuesday, November 14th, 1978come find me here beneath the moon of wintertime— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
amid the press of feelings, all of them mine
the winter sun hangs like a ghost in time
another year … another year
i’m happy blank, the days run quietly by
i cherish skin, my need, and abhor the lies
up in my room beneath the winter’s icy blue
i scratch my thoughts on love
and the summer’s long remove
gallagher
14 nov 78