It’s not just a photo of you

I carry around
Not just hoping you’ll stay true
Placing me in lost and found

It’s not just the joy you bring
That makes me want to have you always
It’s the song you make my heart sing
To comfort me through my nights and days

I could hold your picture-perfect weight
on my shoulders
or store it around my neck in lockets
it could be an uphill life of boulders
if I didn’t wear shorts with pockets

Empty hands are okay
as long as you remember what you’re packing
what you take out could be a buffet
worthy of smacking and stacking

Darling, the way you treat life
Could send me to space without rockets
Even make a wife see the other side of strife
Just by wearing shorts with pockets