09.11.07
Not a Photograph
You are not a photograph,
Not an infantile idea of eternal youth.
You will grow old, too.
You are not a photograph.
I cannot show you off,
Despite the times I’m tempted to.
You are not a photograph.
You have ideas.
Rare, yet symbiotic with mine.
You are not a photograph,
And I cannot add a caption.
No, not even a line.
You are not a photograph.
You cannot be kept under my pillow,
Lest you suffocate.
You are not a photograph.
You are most real,
And a lonely wall is not your fate.
You are not a photograph,
Obliged to forever don a smile.
You are allowed to cry.
You are not a photograph.
You move and breathe.
On you I can’t constantly keep an eye.
You are not a photograph.
Not an object,
that you should merely be an icon of reassurance.
You are not a photograph.
Although at flimsy intervals I wish you were
So I could hold you in a glance.
But you are not a photograph
Meant to be possessed,
Or be displayed.
You are not a photograph,
You are not a photograph,
And you will nevermore fade…
