The Reflection of the Photographer. Original image found by
Britt-Marie Sohlström
I loved you
like a man loves a woman he never touches, only
writes to, keeps little photographs of. I would have
loved you more if I had sat in a small room rolling a
cigarette and listened to you piss in the bathroom,
but that didn’t happen.
I loved a man
like a woman writes to
a small room touches
never photographs keeps
the little in-loves you and I had
but didn’t happen
in a bathroom
rolling of cigarette
he sat
piss
I loved that you more
if only you would have
listened to…
