Photograph

A memory invoked once again
Of a time past way back
Saw somebody once again
But rose-glasses this time I lack.

Like rediscovering a bee
Enclosed in honey amber
It was nice to again see
That time did not alter

You at all. But you don't recall
Me. I was an unseen observer
Cloaked by years. Now I call
Myself by a new name. Never

Known. Yet now I don't care.
Maybe back then. Not now at least.
It was surely interesting, I dare
Say. Like a stream, I've changed .

But you seem stuck in a stone epitaph.
Grey and still like an old photograph.

-Wren