In the desert

A poetic photo diary taken while driving through Jordan.

I remember this very well.

I remember thinking, I’d lost you.

This was before

and already,

somehow, I knew it would end.

Driving through the desert, I

didn’t know I was coming back,

only to be left behind.

It wasn’t doomed,

we just broke it.

What I will always remember,

is standing on the side of the road.

Watching, as you drove right by.

(it had been you who had asked me to stay)

i still send love from far away,

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