Poetry by Irish poet Michael O'Dea. (poems © Michael O’Dea, Dedalus Press, Amastra-n-Galar, Lapwing Publications)
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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