"I Carry In My Pocket"

I carry in my pocket
A beautifully broken past
A past that seems tragic
Still holds the biggest smile
I carry in a frame
A memory of love
It's photograph is faded
Too brittle to be touched

Your words make up the page
The page is left undone
Never to be finished
Just left in distant thought
A loss, a woeful song
For a life so dear to me
Never to know
How much she really means.