Mannequin

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Draped in the day's mood,

Somewhere I surmise

Between plastic embraces

Of faceless expressions

Reflecting synthetic smiles

Of projected emotions,

That our brittle hearts

No longer beat for the other,

And this…

This, eerily beautiful sight

As our muted eyes

Confess candid testimonials

Of the lifeless love

Proven with each breath

We failed to sustain

Between the void in our words

And incomplete gestures…

This…

This, constant masquerade

Passed off for something more

For the sake of the unknowing bystander

Willing to buy into the fantasy

That they could have

A fraction of the pretense we pose

And display for the world

This…

This, is nothing more

Than a mannequin love.

Olsfred James 2016©