I saw your photograph today:
eyes bright, jaw firm...how did I not appreciate
the angelic glory that was you?
The you I know is softer now:
nuanced, not always-right.
As these next decades pass
will we foster memories of hard-edged youth?
And when I'm old, will anyone remember
my own bright eyes and foolish follies,
or will they see only the ruin I've become?
I put your photograph away today.
Safe among a lifetime's gleanings,
this fragment will warm my winter.
This is a Three Word Wednesday post.