In quiet corners
I keep
All
Those
Thoughts
Shelved
Ordered
Coded
Numbered
Archived
Stored
Safe
Far
Away
Out
Of reach
Easy
For me
To
Find
When
I
Sleep

By Siobhan O'Sullivan

I told you
In this love
There would be no holes
We just need
Lots of buckets
For the pails of tears
And that we could use them
Year after year
To keep us from
Dying
We could
Water our love
With the tears
We’ve been
Crying
With tears
We’ve be laughing
Recycling
Our joys
And sorrows
Now
Today
Always
And
Tomorrow

By Siobhan O'Sullivan

I’m catching
Your light
, lately
         In different places
Illuminating
              Empty spaces
Reflecting from the sky
           Across
A shimmering pool
                 Halo’s hovering above
Children’s                                   heads
        On their way to school
                             An orange glow
Peeking thru
                 October’s
                           Falling leaves
               Your light dancing
Amongst the trees
        In my office
Light                bounces
         Across             my     cool          green
Glass desk
At the end of                         the day
         When the sun has left
I’m               catching your        light
, lately
       Wherever I go
Basking in              your glow
Didn’t I say?
             You’d always
Shine
‘O’
            Didn’t I say?
This
          ‘O’
Friend
         Of
             Mine
By Siobhan O'Sullivan

Dancing phrases in the corridors
Of my brain
Breaking thru
This tissue thin membrane
My words suspended
In their cells
Short circuiting this silent hell
Sometimes a lighting fix
A string of pearls
I spit
You gather them
I know you do
These words
My fading memories of you
And we are twirling on the dance floor
Of who, I once was
Bumping into
Our love
All my words lost
Except this last refrain
I can still sing and dance
Your name

By Siobhan O’Sullivan

This unravelling
has created loose ends
I thought if I kept weaving
everything would stay secure
I've treated love like the finest gold yard
wrapping you around my heart
I thought I could tie everything into a knot
and hold it in place
I forgot about the wear and tear
the pull that could not be contained
This unravelling
has exposed a threadbare heart
that no amount of patches
can repair
Instead I pin and mount you
inside the recess of my brain
waiting and waiting
for you
to be
born again.

By Siobhan O'Sullivan