I thought about you last night,
Your presence was invited,
I longed to see you, a moment,
Patiently, it never came.
If I had appreciated you,
The times I could call out;
Your name was memorable
The way it slowly trickled,
Like a small, swift river.
From my tongue I speak,
I ask for another chance
To hear your voice, echo.

Poesi av Erick Flores och foto av Mikael Svensson. Bilden fotograferades vid Nedre Virken, Åtvidaberg den 29 september 2013.