2 Months

 

Hey there,

I've been thinking about you a lot lately
How could I not
I love you so much already

How could I not

These streets don't know you.  

And I don't know these streets.  

I'm not sure I want you to know these streets.

Or for them to know you.

Memories are all we have a right to in this world.

And you have none.

I envy you.  

 

Photo by Stella Hartmann.  Words by Dustin Whitehead.

This was the place

This was was the place, before the weeds had grown, before the wood was warped. Where you climbed on the top plank and said this was the best moment of your life. 

And I wondered if it was, and I wonder if it is, still. And I ask myself, if there are remanents of that feeling that permeate the bench which held you at the peak of your life.

Photo by Sadie Whitehead.  Words by Stella Hartmann.