One more talk

If I could talk to you, just one more time
What exactly would I say?
How would my words be different, from what we said day
to day?
Where exactly would I start?
How could I possibly explain
How your absence has changed us
And our lives will never be the same
How much I love you is the first thing
you would hear
Then I'd tell you how so much is different
and a life without you, causes us fear
My next words would be, I'm sorry, for every tear
for which I was the cause
I'd explain how I took you for granted and how
your death made me pause
I couldn't help but ask about heaven
the place I know you were sent
I'd want to know how beautiful it is
and how excited you were when you finally went
My next question would be
who met you at the gate?
Was grandpa and Devyn there?
Did it feel like fate?
Did you meet Jesus?
What did he say?
Was there a good reason
for the pain he sent our way?
Every day without you, is a day
filled with regret
But these days are unimportant, for they
are timely set
My last question would be,
when my time comes and my body dies
will my death be like my life
You there by my side?