That black and white photo of you.

 I still have it. That black and white photo of you.

With that wide-brimmed sun hat on. That’s so you.

Looking out upon the water. What were you thinking about?

It’s true that nobody else would know it’s you on that old wooden bench.

That’s the beauty in it. Your posture, the tilt of your head, I know you.

My mind left to interpret the colors before you, on you.

Paolo Driussi.