Here Alone Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Here Alone

Rating: 5.0


Your voice
still clings to my wall
like a stain
hidden by a hastily purchased painting
I didn’t like even then.

I peel it off
and listen to it.
The pain of you
hurting both you & me
lingers like
the longing
I still harbour for you

now bitter
now sweet
depending on
which side of the cocktail glass
you are drinking from.
You ambush me
from books

that bear your
notation
in your scrawly hand
“Must show this to Donall! ”
Or turned
into a photo
falling
from
P.42
and lie
staring up at me
just as you
would do

were you here
now
lie... &...stare.
Here...an impossibly long hair
camouflages itself
as a thread of a spider’s web
spun into the air
like a money spider
I expect to see
you descend
the stair

dressed in nothing
but a fur
or announcing
like a child:
“I’m here! ”
Or cornering me
in the bedroom
in the middle of own party
“Ah, at last I got you
alone! ”
Now
I am here
without you
and you won’t
go away.

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Dónall Dempsey

Dónall Dempsey

Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.
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