She looks at the photograph.
Three-by-two, black and white snapshot
Of a young boy she never knew.
Next to it, on her vanity,
A school portrait of a teenage girl
Spotty with age, also unknown.
But one day, long ago, the boy
And girl met in a high school hallway,
Dust motes rising in the sunlight
Of a spring afternoon.
Together, years later, they created her.
And then two others.
Now they are dust, leaving only images
Of themselves, from the time before
Us.
?
Lovely