Tonight I Miss You Just a Little More.

There are times when I want to share my joys, my funnies, and my jokes with you.
I feel it in my heart and know how much you'd love it.
Sometimes I think back to the life we had, and how filled with life you were.
I'm finding new friends, and I always remember you,
But tonight, especially, I'm missing you.

There is a piece of my soul, that can never be returned
You were that spot, and it's okay for me to feel this way, '
You wouldn't want me to be this sad, and I'm mostly strong these days.
But tonight I'm missing you.

I'll always be your brave girl, for this is different than I've ever had to deal with.
I can't talk to people about it, and I shouldn't still cry about it.
I need to be the strong woman you raised, I know I need to carry on
I know how I should act,
But tonight I'm just a little sad, tonight I'm just a little hurt,
and tonight I want nothing more than to talk to you.

When life gets a little harder, it's harder not to think of the people I miss.
Because you people would help with this very problem.
Whether it's sitting on your couch,
Talking about life,
Or eating popsicles,
There's a special light each of you have that I've lost.
It's okay to miss that.
And tonight, I realize, that's why I'm on edge. I miss that.

I miss you.

All of you.

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