There is a place in the back yard of my mind
where I keep all the retained words
and the questions I haven’t been able to put.
There is a line just in the middle of my hand
where I saw the struggling of my heart challenging
all the adverse conditions to get you
There was a time suspended in a non-time
where we used to meet part crazy and part unaware
about the pain we were going soon to inflict ourselves.
There is a room well hidden in my heart
where I built your home with foundations of trust
laid there one by one with stubborn dedication
There was a place in the basement of your mind
where you had already decided since long ago
to plant the first seeds of the unavoidable end.
Photography and words Arialee Miles