Remember
When all we wanted was a little distance?
Remember
Starting out with a cushion on the sofa,
A pillow in between the folds twisting against us,
One word less
And then another.
Every move a single mile.
Remember
How all we wanted…
I wonder-
While watching shadows growing stiller
Beyond the window of this other room,
Here, at the end of all these miles,
At home with our wants,
Without a word-
If we’d held a little tighter
Would we have survived the distance now?
All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
Damien B. Donnelly 
