Long ago, in the golden age

So long ago we do not remember

We dashed outside

Dancing on the first signs of Autumn

Fingertips scraping across pavements 

Chapped lips and runny noses

We played until we were whole

Until Fall had filled us once more

This was before, of course

Before we both shed our myopia of life

That had held us for so long

But see, someone was there that day

That day long ago, a day lost in oblivion

Lost in a multitude of memories and thought

Someone was there

And they captured us

Mittened hand in mittened 

They capture the essence 

Of that golden afternoon

They

Whoever they were

Preserved us, you and I

In a simple click of a button

That photograph

Left on my doorstep years ago

Lies underneath my pillow everynight

And sometimes

Just sometimes

I can see us

Dancing among the fresh leaves of Autumn

Basking in the golden glory of youth

And briefly

For the smallest moment

I am whole once more.