Friday, September 30

Photographs I've never shown you from a holiday I never talk about.
Florence, Italy, two thousand & seven.

We went on holiday by mistake.

I had a little notebook full of treasures and tips.

I made my own way across roads, hand unheld.

You walked behind or in front but never alongside.

I loved the buildings and you loved the bicycles.

Nobody smiled and only the mosquitoes loved me.

Easter explosions.

When I returned home, they had buried my cat.


luisa said...

nicky wowwwwww

mittens said...

i sighed, then cried.

Captain Annie said...

oh oh. nicks. xox