Retrospective Objectivism

March 2018

I can't say that I knew you

In those last couple of months.

Face sunken in your daily routine

Shaking you out of it by going to the cinema 

Or organising time to go do something didn't work either

I figured you needed that time

To yourself

To sulk

To feel it

It's what I need when I'm in that kind of funk

Except I was never permitted.

 

I hope your face has gained it's colour

I hope your hair waves the way it used to and

I hope you still take photographs for fun