By Annegret Maja Fiedler
“I only care about what happens ten minutes within a moment”
I just wanted to hold you
I didn’t want you to be left in that Southside McDonald’s in a drunken haze
And so
You let me hold you
You let me draw you
From freshly developed film, I found you sleeping in my bed
There was a smirk on your face, before you left, supposedly, for good
“Do you think I care about you 10 minutes within a moment?”
Feeling numb and empty isn’t foreign to me
That night is an involuntary photograph engraved in my fragile heart
“This will be the last time I ever see you”
I knew you would apologise a month later
But your words still sting