I still get pangs of you

In the jokes I make

Or in the dresses I choose
Or in the comedic voices I do,

You are laced in
every one of them.

There are times I wish
I could just share something with you;

A joke or an experience,
A dream or even a poem,

But especially songs,
Because I know which ones you'd like.

I wish I could sit on your floor and
Listen to you talk about politics, just one more night.

I wish you knew what I know now
And at the same time I hope you never find out.

I wish you were still you
And I was still me.