There is a window in this room
And outside a chestnut tree alive and happy.
It is a century old but barely withering.
I met this tree when I was eight,
Years before they wanted to take it down.
They have conjured photographs from its bark,
The old, greasy pictures are not that old either.
There was a time I didn't know you
And you didn't know me.
The chestnut tree knew us all back then,
It has survived the test of time.
One day it will only stay alive in a photograph
Just like your smile and mine will stay
Stuck only in photos, separated by time.