Thank You Camera Man

My love is in a photograph.
So much older than me.
Trapped in black and white.
Fading in the sunlight
And fraying at the edges.
But I choose to keep it there.
Trusting the captured,
Long dead,
But oh so beautiful stranger.
They will keep it still.
Safe.
And me free from it.
In past days and those to come.
For longer than I ever could.
And best.
It doesn’t look like they mind.
This gift or burden at all.
For never do they stop
Smiling.