I know,
it does not load
the whole truth,
the pixels are blurred
and though
their mouths
are open wide
I cannot hear
what they say.

I cannot
feel their pain,
or taste
previous passions
that were once
plucked
from their
plump lips.

I know
time will
eclipse
all this
making
their meaning
even more
of a mystery to me.

So, I see them
in shades of black and white
renderings of
their strange and wonderful
past existence.

They may be dead
or still growing,
showing
new sides
of their lives
or refracting
different angles.

All I know for certain
is though I am intrigued
by what wonders I see

I really don’t know them.