' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' Crossing The Border(For Scarlett) Poem by Dónall Dempsey

The passport photo
scowled back

refusing to believe
that it was me.

It was happy to be me
back then when

nothing had gone
wrong

And the future that
awaited it

hadn’t yet
occurred.

I wasn’t myself
no more

or at least
not the self-same self

that the passport
swore

was
none other
than
me.

The eyes had gotten colder.

The mind has lost its colour.

Could only think
in B & W

My heart had nothing
to declare.

My soul
had crossed the border

And I was in the middle of
Nowhere

…yet again.