Poems and general conversation from Irish poet Michael O'Dea. Born in Roscommon, living in Donegal. Poetry from Ireland. (poems © Michael O’Dea, Dedalus Press, Amastra-n-Galar)
Alone, together,
it seems we all remember our deaths.
Could never be everything to each other
no matter how great the love,
knowing too well the solitude coming.
Forgive me.
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