WHERE HEAVEN LIES

I contemplate my disbelief
not to dwell forlorn,
peek through the veil,
does he remain
in any shape or form?

My memory,
his touch fades,
pain,
I beg for ease.
Presence of my love
I feel
within each evening breeze.

I am a ruptured soul
and bleed,
embraced by angel eyes
he moves along,
the ghost I need,
for that’s where heaven lies.

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