Poem by Claire Wastell // Photograph by Paolo Barretta
Poem by Claire Wastell // Photograph by Paolo Barretta
I remember when you came and saw me,
When I was sick and couldn’t move.
We lay down and looked out over the huge city
And pointed out our dreams
Pretending the florescent lights and hurrying doctors didn’t exist
Pretending that the world was waiting and I was ready
I would rest my head on your shoulder
And you would smile and say something stupid
I would laugh away the tears that rested behind my tired eyes
I would pretend to have the strength to be the girl
You want me to be.
You would see only the best of me but that person was fading away.
When you left you said you would sneak me away,
And in the black night you would stand outside my window,
After a long day’s work
And look up to my little light in that tiny room
Where I passed the days wasting away inside
You promised to come rescue me
I didn’t need to love you
To be in love at that moment.
