MaNHaTTaN Linear

by Sheila Desmond

They’re just some old photos
any old photo
every old photo, they all seem to say
“Hey, we’ve lived
we’ve loved
and we’ve gone on……………”

Someone
coming across them
someday, intrigued,
will be tempted
to make up their story
and it may or may not
be close to reality, to
anyone’s reality,
to what really happened…….
for each protagonist
has their own view
and their own
version, and
sometimes
even their own replay
of when and how their
lives touched
so briefly, such a
fast forward in retrospect
and yet
it was, it
surely was,
as any life is,
however interpreted,
inescapably significant
unbearably poignant
inevitably connected……………….