Photograph — Summary

SherlockAugust 21, 2015Sad

Although you won't be mine You shall always be in my heart Even though they'll have you in their arms You've always been my baby brother from the start

I see the haunted look behind your eyes, Remembered how you were supposed to be mine. I didn't expect to see your photo today. Even though I yearned for you, there was nothing I do or say, To let me have you Luke, cherished brother of mine. Even though you are oceans away, I always thought we were two of a kind. I remember how I cherished those photographs of you, To adopt you Lucas, there was nothing we wouldn't do. It all fell apart one day, And all of your photographs were hushed away, As if they had never existed in the first place. I honestly didn't remember they were in that case. But then I opened it up and saw your innocent, little face. I wasn't sure to smile or cry in that closet place. Utter, absolute heartbreak flooded me as I looked onto the face of my presumed baby brother.

How is it possible to be so in love with just a photograph?

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The speaker is mourning a little brother they hoped to adopt but never got to keep. A photograph of Luke, also called Lucas, turns up unexpectedly in a closet, and it brings back all the longing the speaker thought was tucked away. The poem suggests the adoption fell through, and that the photos were put out of sight afterward, as if he had never been part of the family's story.

The speaker feels love, loss, and confusion all at once. They call him "baby brother" even though he now belongs to others, and they can't decide whether to smile or cry. The mood is tender and heavy, with a quiet sadness running underneath. The closing question, "How is it possible to be so in love with just a photograph?", lands as a sigh of disbelief. It shows how much feeling can attach to a person the speaker only knows through an image, and how that bond can still hurt.

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