Days Like These

It's days like these when
I miss you the most.
Wonder how it would've been
if you were with me to raise the toast.

Would you be proud 
in a loud and cheery way?
Or would it be
a simple nod and a smile you'd display?

Would you tell me 
to stiffen up my shoulders?
Or teach me
how to not be bothered by boulders?

It's days like these when
I miss you the most.
Wish you were here,
standing with me on the coast.

It's hard to love someone
even more than you love yourself.
Hard to get through the day,
When their photo's on the shelf.

Bodies decay, 
memories live on.
Your ugly ducking?
She's turning into a swan.

It's days like these when
I miss you the most.
The world's moving,
yet in thoughts, I remain engrossed.

if you were here,
I'd show you many things.
my interest in cars, books
and how I like to collect pretty rings.

We still talk, yes,
Of course we do.
Granted it's one-sided,
but for a conversation, you need two.

It's days like these when
I miss you the most.
Spend my moments thinking,
if I'll ever live up to your post.

I've been told, I'm turning into you,
for better or for worse.
I don't waste my words on them
or the smiles that I rehearse.

Yet on these days,
I wish you were here.
We'd discuss food, tech and culture
and maybe our deepest fears.

It's days like these when 
I miss him the most.
Staring in the face of God,
wishing he weren't a ghost.