There's so much I need you to hear,
But now when I look at your photographs
I gaze and stare,
Because you're not here.
You're there.
Up and away past the cumulonimbus clouds.
In a place where only the angels go;
A place with a vast population but no crowds.
A place where you walk on gold,
Live in mansions,
Never get old.
No racism, no religion,
No wars, no more scars,
No politics, no need for expensive cars.
A place where you do your gardening with stars;
Your footstool is Mars.
The sun I'm accustomed to isn't in your sky,
But I've been wondering-
Does heaven have WiFi?