It was taken here, perhaps eons ago
Over by the building that stands no more.
A person stood by quivering, lips so pale,
Staring at a photo, with a silence stone cold.
The moment felt queer, quiet and still
Shadows long departed, yet an instant stayed on;
Eerie, nostalgic or is it just a trick of light?
An unending display of a time traveller’s skill!
What is it about cherishing old deeds?
To relish and relive a life we can’t feel!
Is it me who has an inquisitive mind?
Or is it the stranger peeking into my void?
Like two ends of a thread in a remarkable yarn
Separated by unseen forces, yet destined to meet;
I see no pattern but I know the design is just great
Lost in this outwardly trance I twist and twine!
I glanced again at the remarkable photograph
And reminisced all the unfelt unknowns!
While I stood there regarding the senses at play
I became yet another visceral moment, locked in time!