The Stranger in your Photos

Have you ever wondered what happened to the stranger in your photos?

The one making a funny face,
The one who’s just won a race,
The one jogging at a steady pace,
What happened to the stranger in your photos?

The boy crying in the sand,
The band playing in the stand,
The glider flying over the land,
What happened to the stranger in your photos?

The man singing a jolly song,
The mother pulling her child along,
The mass of people in the throng,
What happened to the stranger in your photos?

The lone man standing deep in thought,
The parent looking rather fraught,
The girl who’s drunk far more than she ought,
What happened to the stranger in your photos?

The one whose photo you just took,
The one engrossed in a book,
The one who gave you a funny look,
What happened to the stranger in your photos?

The one you spoke to on the way,
The one whose kindness made your day,
The one that you can never repay,
What happened to the stranger in your photos?

The one who came and blocked your view,
The one you were next to in the queue,
The one who spoke a language you knew
What happened to the stranger in your photos?

What if the boy drinking beer has lied?
What was the reason the baby cried?
What if the dog in the photo has died?
What happened to the stranger in your photos?

Far more strangers than people I know,
Are often caught in a single photo,
This is true of many the places I go,
What happened to the stranger in your photos?

Your photo could be worth a dime,
If it was taken at the perfect time,
Or provides proof of a crime,
What happened to the stranger in your photos?

Maybe you’re in the boat out at sea,
Maybe I caught you and you caught me,
Maybe you and I can become “we”,
Maybe I’m the stranger in your photo.