Silent Mirage

Your life has become a silent mirage of family photographs
And while walking through the luminescent streets hand in hand with your mistakes, you have just come to the realization that those hips you've held with your hands,
that the shoulders that stood so close to yours,
that the eyes which closed at each flash of the Nikon, had completely fooled you with their ability to please
Never had they existed at that broadway play in the city
Six seats, half a row
Never did your brothers eyes actually follow yours as you opened your christmas presents on the frost bitten December morning
Your mothers hand never sat on your forehead when you had the flue
Daddy never said 'I love you'
Your life is a silent mirage of your lovers family photographs