Tuesday Poem: "Circle" by Pádraig Ó Tuama

It’s funny how things come in
circles.
You, sitting on a step,
smoking a cigarette,
watching leaves fall off a
slowly stripping tree.
Me, hanging photos on a wall,
including one of you
receiving, like a priestess,
your lover’s confession.
Me telling stories of
your conversations.
You, weeping
when your dad asked you
how you were.
Me writing poems about life
while I was slowly plunging into
death.
You breathing in those
same lines,
sitting on a step,
smoking a cigarette.

by Pádraig Ó Tuama

For more information about the poet, Pádraig Ó Tuama, see:

https://poets.org/poet/padraig-o-tuama