I HAD A PICTURE

I had a picture of you,

Stuck on the front cover

Of my maths book.

And then, I loved you

Even as I do now.

You used to laugh and say

That when I grew, I'd leave behind

Your memories and your smile -

Though now I keep you

Wrapped inside my soul...

That day when I came out of school

To find that you weren't there,

I laid myself so open to despair.

But then, I shook myself

And let the world believe

That I was proud of you;

Which in a way was true.

I take the picture of you,

When it's late at night,

And lay it on the pillow

As I cry into your eyes -

Maybe, maybe we will meet again

When I am grown:

But if we don't,

I'll wait for you... in Heaven.