By Michael Aaron Gallagher
At the laundromat I thought
About your delicate sensitivity to criticism
When I was passing by the grocery store
I could not help but wonder
If one of us would eventually spoil the relationship
At the cleaners I figured it was time
to press on without reservations
When I sat down in the restaurant
I imagined you sitting across from me.
As I refilled my gas tank
I remembered the explosive impact
you had on my emotions
When I went to bed
I layed my thoughts to rest
knowing I would see you shortly.
Excerpt from Michael Aaron Gallagher’s unpublished book of poetry titled “Firefly.” Copyright © 2003.
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