Dónall Dempsey Poems

Her hair
covers my face

she
...

If ever you
want me

...to go
...

Only the door
stands now.

The house has to be imagined
...

'Love in vain? '
she whispers to herself.

Laughs.
...

He looks out
his window.

And I look out
...

So sweet the love
so bitter the break up

the heart-shaped
...

Innermost
being

the voice of the heart
...

He remembers
he stopped

listening to her
...

You ask me
politely

“What please
...

All morning
she trawls all over

the house
...