Another Untitled Everything

I miss when you and I could talk about the way we work
The way we think
The way we cry

I fear that everything I'm going through you think is just another something
Another it
To put in a box

I think too often of all the 'used to'
I wish rolling the world off my shoulders didn't require a map
I wish I still felt like you were here
And you weren't his
To mold into what he thinks is courageous and right

I still think you're beautiful
I wish you still made me feel that way
Before you turn off the lights
Do you know I feel like I will never have to say
How much I love you

Because you should just know, Mama.