I've loved you since May.

It's almost been a year,

and you've been gone a long while.

But I've never stopped,

just repressed the feeling

to avoid wallowing in the pain.

And would never tell you this,

but I look through old pictures

just to see your face again,

hoping you might show up in my dreams

like you used to.

I can say with confidence,

that photos will never be enough.

They just make the longing more intense.

You're the only person who's ever made me feel like this,

like I'm drowning in love,

and I may never make it back to the surface.

My heart reaches out for you,

tries to beat its way out of my chest,

just to get your attention,

and have you close to me again.

And as I go to sleep tonight,

I'll look through the pictures again,

and tell myself how pathetic I am for it,

because in my heart,

I know.

I know that photos will never be enough.