I saw a photo of you today
and delighted in your smile
until I looked carefully

I recognized this pleasant appearance
was not endorsed by you entirely
there was a sadness in your eyes

The white flag of surrender
was being flown
under the pretext of a happy expression
By looking closely
one could see
the unmistakable masquerade
of your melancholy

What has driven authenticity away
what troubles lay on your path

I wish I could cross
the barrier of the image
to help ease your sorrow