st. stephen

how the stars were that night.

the wind in the trees and leaves blowing.

does the sky remember how it looked?

does it remember you?

you stand watch silently.

and climbing more stairs than we should.

on that golden afternoon of yesterday.

do I look different to you?

another sad good bye.

do the fields still look the same?

how it smells like water here.

we should go now.

sven.

stephen. 4x5" lily pad. date unknown.