I see you in pictures of black and white

I see you in grey-scaled films

I wish I could see into your pain-filled eyes

Instead of picture reams

I don’t think I remember who you are

I don’t think you know me too

I don’t think I’ve wandered quite that far

That I can’t get back to you

There was once a faded picture

Pinned up on my wall

I couldn’t see your features

You weren’t there at all

I never had memory elephantine

But I never figured I’d forget

The story of water turned to wine

Or those of miracles well met

I never quite knew who you were

You were just a childish dream

Now it’s too late – I fear

It’s not as simple as it seems