Photold

An old photo.

 He peered into the frame,

A tiny split in space and time.

What had changed and what was the same?

 

Third from the front, the rest a blur.

Dressed as a king, now such a queen

In fur gown and gold crown.

Gold, frankincense and myrrh.

 

 He peered into the frame,

A tiny split in space and time.

What had changed and what was the same?

 

Chewing of fingernails remained,

Shyly his eyes still glance

At the friend now detatched -

Through tears his eyes strained,

 

As he peered into the frame.