I finally felt the sun on porous red rocks that day –  
7000 feet closer to heaven, 7000 feet from air that hurts to breathe,
I asked you: why don’t we feel like this every day?
and I didn’t think about the blades I used,
or the pills you took ,
all I could think was those red rocks,
that hot sun, the endless sky, and this beautiful earth sprawled
at our feet, like at that moment we owned it,
the three of us back together again
we breathed – finally free.

but our heaven is 1,000 miles away now,
your absence hurts just the same,
and I’m back to suffocating on this Indiana air,
and all that clouds my mind is
we still have this beautiful earth
and that beautiful week
to float away with.