Unspoken

I miss her in the quiet hours,
The spaces between each word,
Her smile a light that once was ours,
Now silent, but still heard.
 
Did I make you proud, I wonder,
In the years since you’ve been gone?
The questions hum, a low-sweet thunder,
Where shadows once had shone.
 
A mother’s love—unsaid, unspoken—
Yet carried in my chest,
A bond that time cannot have broken,
Though distance steals the rest.
 
And in the softest corners of my mind,
A hint of something more,
A father’s love, though hard to find,
I still reach out for.
 
Would you have seen me, both of you,
If you had still been near?
Would love have been enough to glue
The cracks that now appear?
 
But here I stand, and still I try,
To honor what was ours,
As questions echo, and I sigh,
Underneath the stars.