Heart Beating In Time Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Each day without fail
the road would visit the house

(it was the only house the road knew)

and the house too
would look forward to

the road’s visit.

Over the years they became
good friends.

Then one day the house died
from lack of people
and was torn down

until it was only
memory and rubble.

The road continued to visit it
but could only stare into empty space

at the place where the house
had been.

The road was lonely.

At night it talked to
the landscape and the stars

but life was never the same
again.

One day the road just up and died
from lack of use.

Now only the dream
of a memory exists

and the landscape and stars
talk to themselves

and try to remember
what it is...they have

forgot.