Looking at a Picture of

Looking at a picture of

Someone whom, now you love.

Time displaces who they are,

Though in your hand, they now seem far.

A different version of the one,

Which makes the person now undone.

Who they were, and who they are.

Can one quite know, just how far?

Glad you are that you could see

Who this person soon would be.

But what might happen, later on?

Down the road, might I be gone?

This present version of myself,

Melted into someone else.

Churning forward constantly

With no consistent melody.

The one I love will change with me.

I pray our change would somehow be,

Tied together, not alone,

Knit together, eyes on home. 

Looking at a picture of

Someone whom, now you love.

Grace will find us patiently

Walking towards eternity.