Until We Meet in the Sky

I wish I could go deep within myself;
find limbo, purgatory, pre-earthen paradise
fall in love with someone that can never exist for real;
allow her to build me, make me old,
caught in synecdoche,
building palaces with the mind,
transmitting music via thoughts,
making friends that never betray

I hear the swell of the cello.
She is beautiful.
I wish I could understand my love for her,
I wish she could understand it as well,

(So many people in between us;
I know I will never see the real her again.
until we meet in the sky.)

Pray you will one day search for me,
and I will be found.


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