The Absence of You
The Absence of You
As I sit here in
your home with nothing to do.
I think about the good times
in my life that I often had with you.
Now that you are gone,
I still can’t let you go.
For we had more love between us
Than any one would ever know.
I often wonder if you are watching
over me as time passes by.
Just once more, I wish that I could
be with you to say goodbye.
It hurts to think about
never hearing your voice again.
But I will remember what I was taught,
dear mother, I did listen.
As I go about my life
doing the best the I can do.
I will always have that absence of you.
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