Steve Denehan

May 13, 2022


I think it was the last time I saw you,
the workday behind us,
the evening before us,
no plans other than to wander
through the city streets:
Dublin rippling in the puddles.

I don’t remember where we walked,
for how long or what
we talked about.
Ten years will do that,
I suppose.

What I do remember,
is that the sun fell fast,
the moonless dark came hard, and you
said goodbye, walked
into the small of the night,
and were gone.

Steve Denehan lives in Kildare, Ireland with his wife, Eimear, and daughter, Robin. He is the author of two chapbooks and three poetry collections. Winner of the Anthony Cronin Poetry Award and twice winner of Irish Times's New Irish Writing, his numerous publication credits include Poetry Ireland Review and Westerly.