BOOKENDS; THESE ARE NOT MY SHADOWS

 

You cannot go back, to return does not mean
to rerun, I recognise these streets, I can recall
a certain laugh, a twisted lie, an open door,
but my footprints have changed. I cannot find
the same sunflower I drew when I was younger
than this youth I now cling to and so many
of those old doors have twisted and the lies
opened out to be nothing more than lessons.

I cannot go back, the streets now wear shadows
that never fell from this form I have now become.

   

All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

This month is about looking back in order to move on, one last nod to Paris before I part.

11 thoughts on “BOOKENDS; THESE ARE NOT MY SHADOWS

  1. merrildsmith

    Beautiful, Damien–words and photo. Those last two lines really sum it up.

    The photo makes me think The Third Man mixed with some film about an exotic museum heist. πŸ™‚ And of course, as we both keep quoting, “we can never go back to before.”

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