Frozen

Surrounded by faces,

but still alone.

Memories posed in 5 by 7’s.

Those moments stare at you-

Paralyzed in time.

Like you ,

They are frozen–

In their old dusty frames.

Come down off the  wall

Join us…!

But the cry is hard to make out

Through this numb fog.

You hear it....

Yet you don’t move.

You just stare  -

And look back.

At those frozen walls.

Waiting on something to pull you in.

Life will not wait.

Those pictures will fade.

And you will too –

You will say goodbye,

To when…

And there will be nothing left.

But those dusty frames

Of old strangers

You once knew…

And nothing more to remember.