What Goes On Behind Broken Eyes

I close my eyes and a curtain of tears unfurls and a movie plays on a waterfall like screen. The film unfolds as it's projected through neurons of memories of the first day I seen you to today, in days I don't see you at all. It flies by so quick almost as if i was sitting on the remote control and the fast forward button was being pushed down. I could only make out a glimpse of your smile here and there. If I could only pause the frame in motions just to see you smile. I'll pretend you are smiling back at me and I will tell everything I never had the courage to say. I will scream my loudest till my lungs blow out " I love you!" All I can do is wish you could here me now. As the image of you washes away the screen runs dry and only a memory of you is left behind... On this movie that plays all the time, on the screen behind my broken eyes.