Walking past a camera, I wonder.
The mom smiles and pulls her two
young boys near her. They whine, but
comply. With a click, the fake forced
smiles are captured for eternity as is
my shocked face in the background.
I wonder if, many years from now, one
of the boys turned man will pull out this
photo and reminisce on good times. If he
will point out the stranger in the background
that has given him and his family a few laughs
or if he won’t even notice me.
After all, I only matter if those watching make it so.