She didn’t believe in home
Or maybe
she believed in it too much

We would sit on the river bank
Sometimes she even held my hand
She would tell me stories
Of the next new place

She had such belief, such trust
That a future, any future
would always be better than
Our present

Sometimes I just wanted to rest
To hold her hand in mine
Watch the sun sparkle
And dance on the water

poetry by me

photography by me