My pocket

I reach inside
My pocket to find
A picture of you.

Your hair is long,
But something's wrong
With the picture of you.

I'm not there...
And you're still smiling.

You'll never see
The things that I see
Through the picture of you

I don't believe
There'll be a reprieve
from a picture of you

I can't imagine...
But I never could

I can't advise,
Or compromise,
A picture of you.

But I can love,
And rise above,

With a picture of you...

You'll always be
Smiling for me