Ghosts in pictures

Every time I look at your picture
it reminds me of the good times we had
longing for them to return and last forever
would be in vain and would drive me mad.

But sometimes I wonder and let myself float,
Think of our embrace with a lump in my throat
Half pleased that it happened, yet sad that it's gone
like many good things destined not to go on.

That's life i guess, even though it's not fair
But we had so much, tender touch to despair
Life must go on, no matter how tough
no matter what we did, it was never enough.

My God you look good in the picture i have
My word you look lovely, and so i feel sad
but with it comes a feeling, carved deep in my heart
I'll always love you, long as we're apart.