There’s a picture on my nightstand,
Frozen time in a broken frame.
I see your smile, but it feels so distant,
Like a love song lost in the rain.
Your eyes still haunt me through the glass,
A silent story from the past.
Oh, the photograph stares back at me,
Trapped in a moment we can't set free.
I trace your face, but it won’t reply,
Just a memory locked in time.
Fingertips run across the dust,
Like they’re reaching for the two of us.
But the pages of us won’t turn again,
Just echoes left where we had been.
If I could step into the frame,
Would you hold me once again?
But the photograph just stares back,
No words, no touch… just black and white cracks.