Framed and frozen on the bedside table,
I see a woman smiling, the sunkissed dew in her eyes,
A memorable moment no doubt, I remark.
“A picture speaks more than a thousand words,
but that doesn’t mean it speaks the truth”,
A voice whispers from my heart.
“Appearances can be deceiving,
How can you pretend anymore?”
the voice drones on.
A topple and a crash,
the shards of glass
scatter, the smile of the woman,