When I wake I can sense you near.  

The smell of your perfume hangs in the air around me.
The sheets are crumpled from where you slept and the pillow still holds the shape of your head

Just out of sight I can hear the sound of you cooking.
The aroma of fresh coffee drifts into the bedroom and I know that you are making that very first cup of the day

In a minute you will be here and will kiss my lips and say come with me
We will sit by the window and look out on this autumn morning

People will pass by in the street below, the more pious ones perhaps to church

If they looked up they might see me watching them; they have a solemn look as they walk toward god, but soon I will be closer to heaven than they