At night

everytime I look at him, at his picture
It itches inside of me
when he smiles at me, from his picture
It itches even more

Everytime I think of him, looking at his picture
It itches inside of me
When I talk to him, to his picture
It itches even more

When I wake up the next morning
It itches inside of me

there are some crumbs inside my tshirt