There are words
caught in his throat
that he cannot speak
or swallow,

there are thoughts
once captured
and cradled
now fallen from his mind,

and butterflies flap in the garden.

There are names
once rooted in his heart
now wilting like leaves
at the onset of autumn,

there are places
that once held prestige
that have tumbled from memory
like crumbling ruins.

Butterflies flap in the garden,
and, like all that is fragile,
they will one day fly off on the wind.

All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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    1. deuxiemepeau

      Thank you so much. I had been in Ireland and my aunt had been talking about her first love and a few days later, I was in a taxi bringing me to the airport and it turned out the taxi driver knew my aunt when he was younger and told me that her first love was now in a home suffering from alzheimer’s. The poem followed afterwards on the plane.

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