34 years later

we were walking down the hall holding hands, Joe and me,
captured in time, a silver emulsion laid down onto cellophane,
a frame frozen onto the window, not together as foreseen
he's over three, up seven and lives
in Seattle with three children and a wife, not me,
on the bottom row so I can get out faster, in
three and a half years, not four.
thirty four years later we were walking up the stairs,
Marc and me to take this photo, thirty
years captured in a microsecond onto a CCD, frozen
in time in a blog post, not on a staircase at MIT
crowds rushing by on the way to class.