Early Courting Poem by Melissa Joy Chesky

I'm just a zygote in a zygote
When this was a close memory.
I was just a distant possibility,
Maybe an improbability,
When they twined themselves together,
Reached out a backwards-facing camera
And said, "Cheese".
I was not concrete
Because they were not concrete.
They were free falling carelessly
But with finesse,
Because nothing was concrete.
All they knew was the smile on each other's lips,
And the glints of forest in mirrored eyes.
They just stare happily through
This black-and-white nostalgia,
Never knowing I'm the one staring right back,
Watching in on this private exchange of affection,
Watching myself become definite with their embrace.