My Block
When I see your smiling faces,
Those photos a window to the past,
Am I seeing slices of a block,
Of multidimensional space time?
Childhood moments of smiling and laughing,
Are they still happening somehow?
Are those precious instances eternal?
More than a memory, less than forever.
Is the past just a name for a moment?
The life, the love, the good times
As real as the present, preserved in amber,
As genuine as your indifference is now.