So, she’s touching him now …— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
so what?
That’s not something I haven’t passed through
many times before without problem.
Its something else, here, that nags me.
It’s that deep and secret love
that flows from her eyes
when she loves….
If that attaches to Anthony
then it must detach from me.
Their skin and their words cannot matter
compared to this;
its a matter of who she loves.
gallagher
8 dec 85
2:30 am
Archive for the ‘1985’ Category
1985-12-08
Sunday, December 8th, 19851985-12-09
Monday, December 9th, 1985A deep anger is flowing like a river in me.— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
Lise again.
Several days of relative peace after these last weeks
and then the deep mistrust she’s sowed in me
has risen again with a vengeance.
I try to make a stand against it
with some thought of seeing her side of things
but, it just doesn’t ‘play’.
My emotions of hurt and loss have finally come down
to where I can begin to think more clearly
and instead of dispassion and acceptance
I find my anger waiting rabid.
I still do not understand what she’s done to me or why
but it makes me deeply angry
that what I gave her of love
has been returned in such a way.
gallagher
9 dec 85
1985-12-10
Tuesday, December 10th, 1985
On the brink of midnight last night
I bent and kissed her one last time
and closed the door on so much
I had come to think I needed.
One last evening of feelings and sharing,
of honesty and passion.
Parting, we would remain friends and lovers
until the last moment.
To say that I learned much from her
would be a profound understatement.
She drove me to both ends
of my passion and pain.
She opened my heart
and drove humility through me
like a stake.
In the end, I believed her every word
and felt only sadness, not anger.
Only that I had been more deeply touched
by her love than hurt.
She's been there, herself,
to the end of reason and passion.
She stands testament to our ability
to survive these things.
She, and others like her,
burning their passion for love like flames
move without fear
into the darkness of their futures.
She took my hand and led me out to that naked edge
and told me then
that we must each risk everything we have
and do it alone.
Today, I am alone, but I am not the same
as she found me.
gallagher
10 dec 85
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —