rooms

NOISE

rooms 

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