He looked closely at the photograph.
It held an image of his youth.
He was filled with promise,
overflowing with optimism.
It was the face of hope,
unaware of the desolation ahead.
The photograph’s single dimension
reminded him of another self.
The young man in the photograph was
free to hope,
free to wonder,
free to grasp,
and looking for the future.
He remembered the photographer.
prodding,
annoying,
motioning,
and jostling with the hangers on
and the wannabes,
asking him to share his soul,
whether or not he wanted it.
He took a photograph in his mind,
moved to a new decade,
and wondered whether the wisdom of age
would bring the photograph to life.
Did it look at him
and laugh?
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