last night

last night on my way home i walked past your house. it was impossible not to think of all the nights
we´ve spent lying in your pleated sheets, talking and declaring our love. reading out loud to each other from books we were fond of, while filling the room with smoke and ashes and all our thoughts

it was so hard to walk by without calling you, but when i had done it, i realized that i´m ok. i will find someone right one day, but its not you. and meanwhile i´ll just have to wait for the ache to let go

ph: hedi slimane