Do you see me as I see you?
Empty memories flooding empty space.
Minute synapses sporadically sparking
Endeavour the face or taste of you to trace.
No one home. Is the light still on?
Terra firma is jelly in this place.
I touch you when you’re not here.
Alone in a crowd. I smile. With grace.
Prionsías Ó Canáin
Prionsías Ó Canáin
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