who were you
at the edge of the photo
the one always caught in time
the one we always ignored
who were you
holding in your secrets
hiding all those scars
among all the smiling children
you were the one
we remember least
a pressed flower
in the book of our lives
and then
one day
this photograph uncovered
this glimpse back in time
to a moment
we shared together

even though

I do not remember your name