photographs lies

if only a photograph could capture
the fear of parents during wartime,
the difficulty youth face when discerning right from wrong,
and the true meaning of home…?
if only a photograph could capture
the difference between
solitude and abandonment,
struggle and oppression,
between simplicity and poverty…?
if only a photograph could capture
how she loves when he lusts,
how he’s scared when she questions,
and they doubt when God rests…?

if only i could photograph
you
so i could just keep a little something after you’ve gone again,
disappeared behind the curve,
disappeared from my mind too,
too quickly…

but then again, what do photographs really capture,
if they’re neither fact nor opinion,
but mere… luck?