Mourning to Morning

not the entire piece...but dedicated to my mother......

Didn't sleep much that night and I cried all morning.
And now 7 years later feels like I'm still in mourning.
See when you left you did it without warning.
Only a kiss and a hug. You left me with your love.
But over these 7 years that love hasn't been enough.
I no longer feel your arms around me from that last hug.
And I find myself asking for one more like it was a drug.
Like your love was a drug and you were my supplier.
Supplying me with all that I could ever need or desire.
You gave me words when I didn't know what to say, fun when there was no one outside to play, and comfort. Comfort when I needed comforting.
Like the time I watched Candy Man and couldn't sleep, or the times when my brother used to constantly pick on me.
And that night you hugged and kissed me and told me you loved me.
So how could you leave me?
Leave me when there was so much left for us to do. So much left for you to see.
And now 7 years later feels like I'm still in mourning.