Picture frame

You can give away pieces of yourself you will never get back. I held some of mine too tightly, thinking there would be more time. If sorrow could buy one more tomorrow with you, I would welcome it. The past is heavy. The future feels unsteady. I walk alone in the rain wishing you were beside me. Your smile is trapped in a picture frame but in my mind it is still warm. Everything I want is everything I once held. Once, your kisses were mine.