I am going to miss our long talks
It's so hard now, knowing you're not there
Even when you were losing your memory
I could keep up with your fragments  

Still I miss those long talks
On the phone for hours with things we'd share
A tiny piece would be the key
to open those old torments

Seems like we shared so many long talks
No one  knew & I believe didn't care
Since we were not the same blood, yet family
You were my mother's angel sent

Those times of long talks
We shared secrets no one else would dare
Constantly in sibling revelry
Over your demise & monetary spent

We were all about long talks
So comforting knowing you were there
Never knowing a man's fidelity
three familys raised with good intent

Stories and sermonds were our long talks
The time we spent most unaware
Of  material offering's complexity
Sharing, caring, it all went

Long Talks
Is what we shared
Not blood or bone, some history
A long life with no repent