I can’t remember what year it was,
maybe partially because I still hate the way you ”loved” me
back then back when,
I needed you but never had you.
Back when.... Whatever year it was.
Still I agreed to sit so you could take that one photograph of me,
and after arguing almost endlessly,
agreed on the pose in the photo.
And that was probably the only thing we agreed on that year.
Whatever year it was.