Remnants

The lives that are left in the wake of our parting

are stained by tears of love and laughter

together we ended this,

even if it is not acknowledged

we grew from need through burdensome detail

to need again . . . the need to part

and now our pilgrimage has passed

from womb to world, and is

immortalised in its aftermath

by dream times, unbidden,

where everything that is imaginable is possible,

and you still return.

                                                   © niall oconnor 2015