There you are.
I do not remember you.
There under a gloss finish,
You point your lens at me across the water.
An older man laughs beside you
And the wind lifts a veil of petals around you both.
You could be anyone,
Frozen in springtime.
I wonder if,
Flicking through your albums,
You ever glance back at me.
I wonder if I am young and untarnished to you –
Frozen under a gloss finish
And a smile.
Nice image of a random photo where the photographed person wonders what happened to the photo over the years. Of all the things one does, remembers and regrets, this is not usually one of them. One has to wonder though.