You’ve lingered in the shadows
For so long now
Hovering like some ghastly ghost
Breathing a beat behind my neck
Baying in the stillness
And beckoning me
To see you
To hear you
To return to you.
You’ve lingered in the memory
For a lifetime
Refusing to dust and die
Replaying your part repeatedly
Washing me in waves of what was
And teasing me with
What I left
What I forgot
And what we became.
You’ve lingered neath the skin
Like a venom
A serpent silently slivering
Seeping beneath the bones
Salivating on the separation
And hissing at me
To succumb
To submit
To surrender .
You’ve lingered in the lines
For pages past
Writing your way into rhymes
Wriggling through the rhythms
Stealing sense from my sentences
And poetically pointing me
Back to you
Back to me
Back to before.
You’ve lingered in the pictures
I took of you
Finding you always solitary
Seeking out the unseen shadows
Peeking into parts undiscovered
Perhaps to persuade myself
To trust you
Be part of you
Be seen with you
Again.
Damien B. Donnelly 
This is really soulful. A great read!
Thank you Splendiferoussimplicity, it’s alway lovely to have feedback. I am really glad you enjoyed it. I certainly enjoyed writing it. Happy Sunday.
I’d be happy to read more of you! Happy Monday (here)!
Very atmospheric and evocative. The photos add an extra dimension. Beautiful!
Thank you Jane, whenever I take pictures they always seem to be devoid of people- sometimes that’s worrying! Other time it’s just a photo
Photos with people are usually contrived. Either because they are unpretentious snapshots of a person you want to remember, or they are studied and posed to look artistic. Photos without people are maybe more eloquent because there isn’t the human distraction.
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A beautifully atmospheric poem with the pictures to match.
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