An image of what was,
as time passes nothing remains.
Change constant,
memory of what was fades,
all’s left are images of what was.
I recall that self
in image,
ready and willing.
I recall that self
in image,
so sure of self.
Now I am different,
no longer the self from this image,
Older and wiser in some aspects
and yet still alone
after these many years.