Black and white photos can play tricks

and keep you from the truth.

The people in the photos have not changed.

They remain, they are no different:

young and beautiful,

holding still…

Present

to the fullness of life.

See how they pose in elegant awareness?

Are they hoping that one day we would meet them here?

We are the ones so far-away…
removed,

completely changed.

When did we stop holding hands?

Were we duped by some false ending?

Did time sweep us away?

Perhaps we’ll meet again 
when the colors of life return:

Azure, crimson, indigo, jade…

I can almost feel her beauty
everlasting

in royal blue…