The Picture Frame

I borrowed your old picture
I just couldn't help myself
I picked you up and dusted you off
From high upon my shelf

I told you how much I miss you
I know you had to leave
While talking to your photograph
A memory finds my sleeve

Your eyes still hold me hostage
The way they used to do
And I still see a little of me
Each time I look at you

We couldn't have known forever
Would only mean ten years
Another memory finds my sleeve
Then slowly disappears

I never got to say goodbye
Before you went away
My heart's become the picture frame
Where you will always stay