i have a massive photograph of a girl i was in love with, meredith, it's a portrait on glossy photographic paper, i have it rolled up in a room, i've never looked at it, it's been sitting there for 3 years.
i get the feeling i should frame it, it's gonna cost a fortune but i should do something with it, i wanted to write over it but i think i'll just save that idea for another face, there are a few faces i could write over but meredith's has a pristine look, her eyes in this photograph are amazing, she had a chameleon look, the sort that kept me guessing. i like that, i'd never really know who i was gonna get, there were many sides to that girl but i loved them all. this side is her seductive side, i think it captures her at her best, elegant and sexy, looking like a sophisticated jazz singer from 1944, she radiates jazz, it oozes from every pore. once she sang me a jazz tune and did a little dance, man it was amazing, i loved that dance, i loved the way we just lived in that cocoon, smoking weed and getting up early for our one walk to the coffee shop for our lattes and spinach pies. that was the only thing we managed to eat all day and night, we were both pretty fucked up but i liked that time a lot, we would stay home like shell shocked rabbits, attached to one another through both flesh and the trauma, stunned, dazed and somewhat amazed, the both off us knew we went back a long time, we were really good together until we the tyranny of distance and brain injury, and i didn't even know who you were, and you and i just detached, slipped away from one another. you went into a sort of drug induced madness ofr depression and me slipping into brain injury reality, no concentration, no memory, no idea.
but that's really all i remember, i don't really know why we drifeted apart, i don't know much about that time but i have a really lovely photograph of you i want to frame.