So many sunsets.
I kissed you goodbye but forever never followed,
I thought us broken but we were just bookends
looking for a final story to stack between the regard
and the lack of regret.
I kissed you again, later, after leaving, after returning
but before going, again, and the water stopped.
I caught our reflection for a moment, in all that stillness,
in all we had held of each other but then I blinked
or you rippled
and, all at once, we were done.
All words and photographs by Damien B Donnelly.
This month is about reflections. I moved to Paris, the first time, when I was 22 and stayed for 2 years and then circled back around to this city of shadow and light again at 40. This year will be the final chapter as I pack up the boxes and consider Ireland as home again after 23 years. Who knows if there will be another story to tell of us one day…