Clear Nude: The Lens + the Nude, Issue IV, Summer 2015 ClearNude: The Lens + the Nude, Issue IV, Summer - Page 6

A poem & photo story by carmin conner I know that you see me, Although you say you don’t. I write notes on the window, In the raindrops as I float. I know you hear my whispers, At midnight in your bed. I say that I still love you, But you only turn your head. I know you hear my footsteps, In the hall at night I tread. But I know that you still hear me, Even though I am now dead. ‡ 6 Clear Nu