This Picture

I talk to your picture and

Your expression always ends the same

A smile locked forever in the frame

Your words echo in the place of your absence

Their meaning only clear since that last day

And I turned my head when you said

Take this picture

And keep it close

Remember our time together

This picture is how I want to be remembered

What are the chances

What are the odds

That your very existence

Would be in the cards

And I turned my head when you said

I wish you all kinds of good things on your journey ahead

Faces in a cloud

Words on the wind

Some are spoken out loud

Some are whispered within

Time to look closely at the face you have worn

Time to celebrate again the day you were born

And I turned my head when you said

Take this picture

And keep it close

Remember our time together

This picture is how I want to be remembered