This photo stained and torn
Yellowed and mellowed with age
That date on the back
Can it be?
30 years passed since
So happy and young the faces
I know that one on the right
Her face etched in my mind
Impervious to change
Forever beautiful
But the young man next to her
Who can that be
He who once looked back at me
He seems to have died
Or moved away long ago
We used to talk he and I
Perhaps he’s found a new home
Or new mirror to reside in…