Being young
we bent by bench
and placed our kisses
on love,
growing old
I lost the strength to follow,
so you left me
by the parting of the trees,
shaded in loss.
All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
Poetry prompt from VerseReversal on Twitter
That is sad, Damien. I feel a Yeats influence though. 🙂
I am back in the motherland so very possibly! Greetings from the fields of green speckled with ripe and rare sunshine
Thank you–and greetings back from my coffee-scented kitchen. 🙂