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WHERE HEAVEN LIES

I contemplate my disbelief

not to dwell forlorn.

Peek through the veil

does he remain

in any shape or form?

The 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.

Dear Diary, ...all I have are tears today.