Number 4: Friends

Friends

Photograph Number Four: Friends

Left: 1/June/2013 in a postbox.

The message on the back reads something along the lines of:

Dear Stranger,

He takes steps forwards

On archaic 

Dinosaur legs

He searches slowly

So slowly

For misremembered fingers

She burned in that

Delicate sun tinged

Soul

She did not

Understand

Love is not fleeting

Yours,

SP

I went on holiday to Yorkshire and forgot to leave a photo, so, to make up for it, I'm sending a photo to a random address. The man on the front is my great grandfather, but the woman is not my great grandmother...no one can remember who she is. I love this photo though. I nearly kept it for myself; its a happy photograph.
Yours,
SP