Plenty reasons

I stare at your picture
The text box empty
My fingers ache to type a "hi"
But to stop them reasons are plenty.

I look at your number
The dial pad empty
My fingers ache to call you
But to stop them reasons are plenty.

Your laugh is imprinted
Like a mark so fresh
You gave me memories
That I couldn't quite forget.

The fault is mine
But I blame it on you
You just wanted my time
That I couldn't give to you.

I look at you
With my heart being empty
My fingers ache to touch your face
But to stop them reasons are plenty.