The Picture

I have a picture of you
don’t think I’m crazy
but I stare at it
hoping, wishing, praying that you know
but knowing you don’t
I talk to it
I say the words that I’ve been dying to
say to you
but was always too shy to say
Sometimes I touch the picture
I don’t know why I just do
It makes me feel close to you
Once I kissed the picture
wanting it to be you
and knowing that you’d never kiss me back