We live together in a photograph

When she came over two months ago, we lay on my bed most of sunday and looked through photos I'd brought with me from home. And through the oohs and aahs that poured out, my sighs and goosebumps were probably quite apparent.
At night when I lie awake and watch the lights through the curtain, my mind always climbs back into those photos and the skin I used to have and share with you, but it never does my any good.
If there were something I could do to make this all better, believe me I would do it.

"...this is the sound of settling..."

I just can't see what to do.

"...coz i'm optionless and turkey free... and blind."