want to get the billiards ?

like placed in an old photograph in a different time
living in the past
everyone around me is familiar yet its almost like an act
as we sit on the steps admiring the latest works of art displayed before us by the mysterious talent i listen as everyone discuses the piece
each with their own theory of the meaning behind it
and then i look at him and he sits pleasantly watching everyone
laughing to himself
he catches me looking at him trying to lock eyes and i avoiding it
both knowing the truth of the matter
when i finally gaze into those blue eyes the photograph fades and all i see is his face and those round eyes of his we smile at each other curiously

he asks an i nod in agreement
then we walk off as the dream comes to an end
and when we meet what does it all mean?