From them
a tendency to phrase
a word no other people use
You've seen
a book, a watch, a ring
You have
a gift (a voice? a mind?)
a way uniquely yours
But now
you hold this aging photo
this young person, strangely clothed,
her hair piled and knotted
her eyes upon another time
Her thoughts are not of you
but there in her face is yours.
Where they are
can they smell the trees in the wind
see the moon in the far sky
remember you fondly, or do they
laugh more now?