There is a part of me still there
with you
below the bridge
by the river
smiling
as the water rushed past us
and time flowed through us.
There is a part of me there still
in you
below the water
by the bridge
drowning
as time washed over us
and the river trickled onwards.
There is a part of you still here
in me
standing still on the bridge
and moving, like the water
through time
while the river never considered us.
There is part of you
in me, still
no matter what bridge I stand on
no matter what waters I drown in
no matter the time I am lost in.
There is a part of you,
there is a part of me
still
watching me from the waters I gaze into
to find reflections of where we lost our course.
All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
Photograph taken in Hammersmith, London, England.
Damien B. Donnelly 
Lovely poetic expression of memories that drift through time and trigger our present moments. Cheers!
Thank you so much Olga
Very nice
Thank you Marlina
It is hard to separate yourself from a memory, from a love, from the past. I find myself struggling with this same feeling of the past haunting me every day. I’m new on this site. I love your poetry thus far, and your pictures fit so well with the poetry. If you have a chance to check out some of mine, and give me critique, I’d appreciate it thank you,
Alexandra
Thank you Alexandra. I guess the past is the one thing that states exactly who we were at the time and who we stood next to. It’s the present and the future that is much more unclear.
I would love to check out your blog and promise to come by and read you. So glad you stopped by.
You’re welcome. Never stop writing.
this was absolutely beautiful
Thank you so much. I am very glad you came by to read this.