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Distance

I came to Dublin to die,
I think, maybe you did too.

And in the distance
I hear children’s laughter

laughter on the breeze,
like the breeze wants to be a child.

It came from the park,
the swings,

and it suddenly struck me
how we would never know

the laughter of our own children,
you and I would never have them together.

You smiled then,
at something I will never know

and in the distance, there is only silence,
now that children no longer come out to play.

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