I miss, and I reminisce.
I miss the moments I never had a chance to miss.
I reminisce the moments I wish I had half a mind to remember so I could miss them later.
I wish I had a time machine so I could go back and tell myself to remember these moments because they only happen once.
To remember that you will only have one mom.
You will have every chance to say something,
but if you don't say something,
your chances will run out.
And you only have one mom.
So really, you only have one chance to say it.
You only have one chance to live and revel in the moment,
And remember the moments so you have something to hold on to.
'Cause if you don't have something to hold on to,
You'll slip and forget and miss the times you wish you could reminisce.
I'd tell myself this: Don't forget.
And don't forge a memory that never happened either.
And believe them when they say she loved you.
'Cause she did.
And nothing you've ever seen or thought or remembered but forgot is going to change that.
It's a fact.
And it's wrapped up in apologies and mailed to a God you hate for taking her,
but let it go and know that it got to her.
The God you hate delivered the message you regret never saying to the mother you wish you could remember more about so you could sit and miss and reminisce about her.
The best you can come up with is: I miss you. I'm sorry mom.
I love you.
Where'd you go?