My Scrapbook

 

Staring at your picture

Wishing you were here

Wishing you were near

Waiting for your call

To tell me I’m okay

Walking down the street

With tears in my eyes

Checking my phone

To see if I missed your call

Thinking about everything

But in the same way nothing

Laying in my bed

Staring into space

Looking for a sign

Thinking if I should, if I could

Looking at us in my black frame

Wishing you were here

Wishing you were near

Wishing you were in my arms

And I in yours

As these tears run down my face

I sigh and realize

I’m not over you