The Lie

I looked into her face, but it was not her I saw, only of her. A picture capturing a breath, but pictures may perjure for as I looked into smiling eyes I saw past them and sorrow brought tears. I understood that the smiles were for the world to see but for me, in a place often ignored, I could see there was pain, and sorrow, and longing. It was hidden just behind the photograph; the lie of that moment revealed either by the divine or delusion who can say, either just as real and unsettling as my heart broke.