1. Picture Frame
He hears her call out, it’s her;
Only a door separates the two,
And the sparks of fervour mingled and danced
Between the cracks.
It’s him; just a twist of a doorknob away,
With trembling hands and impatient feet
Tapping away at the tiles beneath him.
Now he is standing beside her,
Her delicate dotted dress spilling over the seat
Ready to pose; a grandfather-to-be
Behind the camera.
The room smells of cream and beige;
Pastries, toffee, tea.
Sometimes I wonder how far I was
From that moment in time -
Stuck in a picture frame, behind glass.