A color photograph
Pinkish and pale with age
Escapes at last
From its hiding place
Among these old papers
Bound for oblivion

Ruddy faces
Eager, uncertain
Full of youth
Gazing out from a faraway world
Where we once lived
Together

Now eye contact
Across the years
Returning for a moment
Together
In that fading memory
Now nearly gone

But not just yet
Here, a new hideaway
Where it might be found again
And hold off oblivion
A little longer
For that distant time and place