When I look at those old photos in the book collecting dust in the spare bedroom
I marvel at the fresh-faced kids smiling back at me

how young–
and naiive we were then 
and now

Not fully aware of what was yet to come
the sorrows
the joys
the gift of our partnership through it all

My heart still skips a beat
when I look at the small moment
that microsecond before our eyes meet–
the look that you gave me then
the look that I still catch you giving me now
frozen on the glossy paper for part of eternity

As time speeds up to catch us
and and we slow down to meet it
so we can thank it for this moment before it springs ahead of us
I think how lucky we are to be older
with wisdom growing then
and wisdom collecting now

together

in a new photograph
off a page
on a screen

still with you