Photographs

Once again, we're faking.
Happiness lasts but a mere second.
That fragile fleeting moment between a blink and a smile.
It fades away after your eyes stops stinging.
I'm holding onto your hand, afraid of falling.
Please don't let me go.
Don't let what we have crumble away after all we've been through.
Sometimes, the sky is so blue that it hurts.
Because, I cannot ever reach it with these hands.
I wonder if we're ever truly happy?
I try to capture your smile into a jar of forever.
But it flutters away just beyond my fingertips.
Why is it so hard to maintain a rainbow in the clouds?
Once again, we're breaking.
Photo frames slips off walls, non-existent.
I hide inside corners of doors, my hands shielding my ears.
Angry voices shakes the foundations of this house.
Photographs are only a mere second of a whole lifetime.
But they aren't exactly telling lies.
We were once happy.