I lift them all up
with my bare hands,
just to take a closer look,
these late ones on a yellowing picture.
They grin a bit falsely, as they should,
but I get this uncanny impression
they also gaze at me
curiously,
as if they were watching a film or a TV show,
just wondering
what would happen next,
how the story would go.
I know how it ends, for sure.
I will be over their mantelpieces
just doing the same,
watching a nephew’s, a niece’s
act from a photo frame.
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