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.