Poem: Gone

Orla Grant-Donoghue at Curracloe Beach
Curracloe Beach

You lifted me out of my head
dropped me into my heart
but I keep
falling
falling
falling.

You set us on a course to collide
when the stardust settled
you were
gone
gone
gone.

No wrapping ribbons around shattered fragments of
what
is
broken
gone.

No undoing what was done
no taking back the hurt
what we had is no more
it’s
gone
gone
gone.