As your cancer
twists & snarls
biting into your soul
it gnaws away
at my name
the pain unable
to pronounce it
DÓNALL
becomes
...ÓNALL.
Then...NALL.
Until
your dying day
I become simply
...AL.
*******
THAT PLACE CALLED DAY(for Fran)
Later when I looked
for you
(you were gone)
you had turned
into Time
your hair
turned into time
your tears
turned into Time
nothing I could hold
nothing I could touch
(love trying to hold
on to everything)
as the winds of Time
...blew it all away.
I walked away
into that place
called
Day
(you know that place)
between morning & night
that place
where you
no longer are
that place
that you have left
that place where you exist
only
in my mind.
*******
LEAVING IT ALL BEHIND(for Fran)
She strips off
her body
right down
to her soul.
At last
she feels
whole.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-can-call-me-al-for-fran/
