The Frame

I can feel sadness for my condition But I beg of it To inherit my heart For all the years I am lucky enough To grace this earth I forget sometimes the tears When in a moment You smile at me The tear so readily Wanting to pierce my heart Knowing soon you will go I remember every look Every word spoken In our time Of togetherness Though always cut short By the clock ticking on your hand I am always on the outside Watching us Urging myself To believe You're there With me, I see the beauty Others would see I detach from All that I know I should remember And place in my life I mark them in the folder To open When the girl in the mirror Deserves The love Brought from you I want to take Your smile at me And attach it to the frame That surrounds my heart