A job, a property, a town, a home, friends, a family, a relationship.
One by one, the things that bind are loosening and slipping away.
An inevitable consequence of the path I’ve chosen.
To be alone in the world, I’ve come full circle since I was 16
and opened my first book of poetry with the words “Inola Eno”.
Gallagher
4 Apr 2017
Nice, France