I just wish I had spent more time with him.

I just wish I had spent more time with him.

I wish I could take back those days and keep them in a box
To just sit around and talk one more time
It still hasn't hit me fully and I'm dreading the day it does
For now I'll keep on going, being blank and stale

I hope to get some closure by the funeral next week
But I don't think I will,
I've never really had closure with any of my losses
But this has hit me harder than any other

I hope I'm wrong about a lot of things, especially God
Because, although I don't do this often, I pray to see him again
And when THAT day comes
I think I'll finally have my closure.