When I ate with you
in Merrion Square,
flicking rain
from my eyes
as it wandered down
from the jailing trees,
had you already decided
to leave me?
There I sat, thinking
I was Orpheus,
come to Dublin
to return my lover
to my world,
not looking back
at what she did,
not ever looking back.
There you sat, knowing
I was Eurydice -
to be given one last longing look
before I was pulled
from Merrion Square,
from Dublin, raked over
the sea changes,
until all I had was the dark,
the jilted dark
of the bedroom
that doubled
as a hell.
Feb 18, 2021
Feb 18, 2021 at 9:42 PM UTC
When I ate with you
in Merrion Square,
flicking rain
from my eyes
as it wandered down
from the jailing trees,
had you already decided
to leave me?
There I sat, thinking
I was Orpheus,
come to Dublin
to return my lover
to my world,
not looking back
at what she did,
not ever looking back.
There you sat, knowing
I was Eurydice -
to be given one last longing look
before I was pulled
from Merrion Square,
from Dublin, raked over
the sea changes,
until all I had was the dark,
the jilted dark
of the bedroom
that doubled
as a hell.
