Some Thing Is Missing. Part Two

I wake to a lonely cup of coffee to sounds of silence and fillings I can not shake, I sit at my computer wanting to write how I fill and my fingers can't find the words, at this time of the day I wake ready for the world thankful and blessed, today I write some thing is missing to grasp what it is I'm filling for goodness sake, then it hits me I know what it is...her words, I miss them and this I confess, no phone call away, I remember without saying a word she knew, praises from a mother...I no longer hear. I never hear what she use to say... and now I know the filling of missing her grew, filling out of place because I'm here, almost two years have past since I rested my knees by your side, since I wiped away the dust from your head stone, since I brought you flowers and asked how you been, since I let the tears of missing you take a ride, since I've gone home, I really don't let others know I just let it flow from my pen, I wonder what your doing now and do you know what I'm going through, I wonder if your upset with me for not being there, I wonder are you happy that I got my brothers and sister to visit, I wonder do you miss me like I miss you? years have past since we laid you to rest and your still my strength my reason for being the reason I care you still lift me up with those words you spoke so long ago and inside I fill it, you still make me smile and I'm still trying to make you proud, with a smile I found that some thing missing, I know why I haven't been me, I haven't took time I haven't looked to the clouds, your miles and months away but home I'm coming, and at your side is where I'll be.