we sit at the sacre coeur basilica together, we were younger i'm in profile staring at you while you stare into the camera. i wear a suit and my sunglasses, you wear a skirt and a shirt, we both wear a big smile, and behind us a city spans, it's history sprawls out, it's romance and it's tragedy, a million love affairs and a million broken hearts, and i don't know where we were, maybe it feels like the border, is that where things started to go wrong, we looked so right in that photograph. were you okay?
under the surface i don't know what drove you, you had no substance, no fixed point, you didn't know yourself neither did you seem to care, maybe i was chasing a dream, that future that i could see, that potential which existed maybe a decade into the future, who knows....it's a lost country, like atlantis?
it's a good photograph we look good in it, i must have been very happy sitting next to you but then maybe you were to, for a moment you did allow yourself to feel happy?