Sean Maguire with a poem from a published collection of his work.
We took a chance for one last dance,
at the hall where we first met.
It was October 78, the year was
a city bus drove us through the
We held hands, whilst making last
for peace and reconciliation.
Strolling by the Police station, a
we were ripped apart, at this bloody
I did not see your face, and neither
A split second was all it took,
to end a love as fine,
as sweet white wine.
We are no more.
Thrust into wilted autumn leaves,
reduced to bits of dust;
farewell my best friend.
➽Seán Maguire has been writing poetry, song lyrics, short stories and non-fiction for over thirty years and has had a considerable amount of his work published in magazines, newspapers, anthologies and online blogs. The above poem is taken from his collection For Those Left Behind.