If I die and heaven does exist,
I’ll coward behind the golden
Gates that await patiently, and
when god asks me to repent for
my sins,

I won’t beg for forgiveness,
Instead I will cry your name
In hopes to see you again,
in all your beauty and glory,
with a smile

that cuts through Ice and fire
and stone and iron, and
a voice that echoes through
Everything that’s good or bad ,
even after the many

Moons and many suns that I’ve had
The pleasure to feel upon my skin,
I wonder where your feet have left
Footprints, or where your lips
Have kissed, or has your back

Gotten caressed and scratched,
Are you being loved like
You deserve to be loved, reassured,
Taken out and being put on a pedestal,
I miss you like my lungs miss fresh air,

Or like the moon misses the stars
On rainy days, or like a black coffee
Hoping for sugar or milk,
My bones ache every time
You are casually mentioned,

Because time has healed
The wounds but it
Hasn’t let me
Forget.