with each day that passes.

close to my heart
i hear your deep laugh
when kids are funny
and he makes the jokes.

somewhere in my head
i see the wince
when you sense my composure
fall to the floor.

in memory i recall
your tears for your son
it was your will
& still your deep pain.

i'm climbing up closer
nearer to you
still the more I ascend
the weaker the view.

with each day that passes
i understand more that
with each day that passes
i'll understand less.