• Sitting in my pocket
    Is your photograph
    I take it out for kicks
    To see if I will laugh

    My fingers rub the edges
    They knick a little tear
    Im looking for the love
    But I cant find it there

    I look down at the ring
    Count the stars again
    I remember those old days
    When I called you a friend

    Fumbling with the necklace
    The one I always wear
    I look at all the features
    But I cant find love there

    I look back at the notes
    Reading aloud each one
    Remembering the days
    When we had so much fun

    The black bracelets never broke
    With them I took great care
    Staring at my wrist
    But I cant find love there

    Reading all those poems
    So many I have written
    Showing my emotion
    I was completely smitten

    I look up to the sky
    Without a single care
    Counting once again
    But I cant find love there

    Items and memories
    They dont carry your love
    Only you do my dear
    The one im always thinking of