Portrait of an Everyday Masquerade

A Year of Sonnets #86

Photo by Artur Tumasjan on Unsplash

She falls into the song and noise,
a creature born of perfect poise —
an airy smile, an easy laugh,
now circumventing every gaffe
to which unpolished manners fall,
the perfect eyes that sell it all.
She has enough — the gold, the mask,
the hollow charm to end the task,
to seal the deal, to walk away,
to let the sun set on a day
without a natural laugh, a grin —
keep every grief on lock within
and rain-check joy, another day.
Until then, feelings hide away.