Talking To You
Every day I talk to you,
Your wairua is at rest now,
Your heart is content,
Your pain is gone,
My pain has only just begun.
I remember when we first talked,
I couldn’t stop blushing,
You smiled at me and I turned away.
Finding a way to reach my heart,
Take away my tears and create laughter.
I talked to you,
Every minute of every day,
Running to you in the night for a glass of wine,
Bringing you food to work for those wine-overs while I was at home sleeping after.
Everything finally seemed to be going well,
I had my everything,
I had you and then you closed your eyes.
I think about our last talk, our last kiss and your final smile.
You told me to be strong and I will be okay,
Honey I’m not okay without you.
My chest hurts and my eyes sting.
I keep faking how I am every day,
But deep inside I’m torn.
I’m running so fast in my head to get to you.
Today I talked to you,
I picked flowers from our garden,
I sat with you and cried.
Life isn’t worth it without you.
Come back and talk to me. One last time.
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