You always were my favourite photographer

by Andrew Lovesey

Inhale, a breath pacifies through-in

– lungs pressed tightly to your ribs.

Exhale, a sudden release

– thrills invigorate your frame.


I want you to see me as I am.

Undisguised, naked as our first day.


Yet there you stand,

lost in silence,

or have I lost you

in the folds of space we call time.


Your mind hazed,

with nicotine stained memories

of a place to long ago to remember.