the lie of your smile

I’m not even sure who you are anymore. I see the photos online. I see your smile as you participate in the happy times around you. But are you really happy? Or are you pretending?

I thought I knew you, but now I am not sure. I can’t figure out how you operate, how you live.

Do you even have a heart?

If you do, it must be tattered and torn – maybe jacked up with bits of machine, to replace the human parts that don’t work anymore. Maybe it’s all machine: that would explain how it seems that you don’t feel anything. That you can move onto the next event, the next connection without so much as a tear or a moment to reflect on the pain you’ve created.

I miss you. But, I’m wary of you too.
So, I’ll keep my distance and just fall for your smile in the pictures.

Written by J. B. in June 2012