The Photograph

Of all things you the photograph, are true. Still and impartial. Not like film or literature. But you cannot be true. What I see when I look at you.. at me. At me and you, cannot be true. I'm not vain. But I am not that either. Why do you delight in capturing reality, when the delusion is far more appealing. Perhaps one day when we are both old I will look at you, and you will look at me and we will look at each other and we will think that it all wasn't really that bad.