Danielle van Werkhoven Photography

Nobody will ever be able to reach me.

I'm lost in the clouds above

but I know exactly where I'm going.

I can feel your fingers

drawing shapes on my skin

counting my freckles,

analyzing the indents

and imperfections.

 But even my imperfections

are beautiful to you

and the idea that you'll

return to me someday

It’s hot and sweaty as we

sleep but your hand

reaches me face and

draws our lips together.

I have no clue the

hour but I can never

refuse the taste of

Your fingertips smooth

the stray hairs away from

my face while the

wind blows them right

back into a mess.

I love it when

you’re thoughtful and

lost in a moment like

The pace of your breathing

as you stare up at the sky,

lost in the endless blue,

is soothing. Your lips are

slightly parted and your

eyelashes create a small

breeze as they blink

every so often.

You broke me like

glass and made my

edges soft over time.

Now I’m just seaglass

lost in the water. I

only have the next

wave to take me

I can't remember

your face anymore

I need photographs that we took

that summer to remember.

When I open the files on my computer

my heart lurches in my chest

I inhale and my heart

stops. I take a shower 

and all I smell is

the soap you use. I 

can imagine you lying in

my bed, asleep and

Ryerson University

Lakeshore

Dineen Coffee

Amsterdam

Abbenbroek

Allen Gardens