Looking at these old photographs
is a sad laugh
Sad because of the nostalgia
from a long ago – pivotal era
My fingers wrap themselves
around the silent elves
I felt their presence
through curtains of distance
I looked different – yet same
Was this some type of game
I sensed the immortality
youth gave to rolling naivety
Intervening emotions jockey
as the pages turn slowly
A smirk trades places reluctantly
surfacing again triumphantly
I wish I could go back
even at expense of bad luck
Just a moment would do
because my heart breaks in two
