Been awhile

I spoke to you today, first time in a bit
didn't know what to say except I miss it,
I miss our talks, our laughs, our prayers,
the things nobody else shares.
I could use an I love you or I'm proud
the silence in your house has been so loud,
I keep hoping you'll be in your chair
but when I come home, you're never there.
I didn't have an elegant speech prepared
but I wanted to make my current pain shared
with the woman who kept me alive
and gave me reasons to survive,
the one who saw past my self hate
and listened to my talks no matter how late.
You're gone, so many years now
and yet I still go on someway, somehow,
I wish I could hear your laugh one last time
but all I get are these memories of mine.
So you take care of yourself, in God's place
I'll talk again, when I have a smile on my face.