All I Have Left Is a Frame

The only thing left is a picture in a frame. I know I cannot communicate with you or express myself to you anymore. I carry everything inside me now. No one truly knows what I feel, what I want, or what is going on inside of me. Now you are a frame on my desk. I can only look at you, remember you, and remember everything I lost. And that is what hurts the most. You are still right in front of me, but only as a memory. A picture in a frame, holding a life, a love, and a person I can never reach the same way again.