I see a picture of you standing by the waters

the bridge stretches behind that wild hair

I see you smiling off to the side and I want to touch you

but you are still in a moment and I dont want to ruin it

you are captured by the breeze and the ripples of bay

you are standing before infinite possibilities of youth

you are smiling at something that I cant see

I want to touch you and pull your gaze

but you are somewhere else, a different place

I want to frame this version of you but you are too free for that

you are too handsome to be under glass

you cant be made flat and on display

and you told me we are on a different page

but I fold the corners of my heart with you in mind