Sometimes I think I’ve forgotten you. Yeah, I could still tell someone what you look like. It’s just you’re not on my mind; and, as time flows memories fade and so I think of you less and less. And then bang, your back, almost there with me, although I know you’re miles away. It’s always in the strangest of places that I find myself thinking of you. I’ve never been good at endings and goodbyes are even worse. I never think of us getting back together. But, it would be nice to talk from time to time to know your ok.
I was shopping on Tuesday when I saw someone who walks like you do. Before I knew it, I was composing a letter to you, as I paid for my socks. So much news, yet nothings really changed. You always said I should stop chasing dreams. Maybe you were right or maybe I just stopped chasing the wrong dream. What could I say now? You always liked my pictures; I suppose I could send you one of them.
I could take a picture and send it to you with a card. A picture, a card and maybe some flowers.
I could tell you how there’s someone new now. Someone new who looks at me with the love-light in her eyes, just as you once did. Someone new who I’m trying to pretend I haven’t noticed; you’d tell me that’s so I don’t have to face up to my own feelings. You’d tell me how I’m incapable of telling people what I really should, how I can’t express myself. Maybe you’re right Maybe she’ll be the one who see the love in my pictures. Maybe she’ll see an image as an act of devotion, or maybe she’ll leave me just as you did. Perhaps I could dedicate a new piece of work to her.
A dedication, some photos and maybe some flowers. Flowers for those you love