Deception

 

Those photos, so perfect, shiny, glossy smiles and laughter, a beer in hand and shimmering shadows from the brilliant green leaves of the Wise One Me, strolling from the garden rake in hand golden skin kissed by an afternoon gift from the sun smiling a haunting flash of uncertainty You, sitting in that warrior lawn chair, chiseled leg draped over the arm Jimmy Buffets dangling from your toes, perfect teeth laced with vindictiveness This was our life, and for a brief moment caught inside the facade of the lens, the cruel bitterness faded into the humid air and I am longing for those times again Bright and deceptively perfect was that one afternoon of dripping honey and the raised voices of summer