Seasons trampled over you and me,

Leaving us breathe in a vacuum

animated with different faces, places, experiences.

Protesting against what was done,

but can’t be undone,

evading from two separating spheres, we meet.

The invisible ties get activated

and testify that

the core of you and me is alive.

Yet, different faces, new innocent smiles,

tiny hands. Big, curious eyes

stare at me from the snapshot, the sphere testimony.

I helplessly smile, you glance at my eyes

With your acceptance I spy

into the life that could have been mine.