A bit of prose to explain the story of this picture and this poem. It's not a poem I find well written at all. No rhyme, no structure, no art. I was in the car somewhere in Batangas and I looked at the sky. I saw the silver lining of the clouds, admired it, mused over what the silver lining is to Rita's death. And I started wondering as I looked up if Rita looked down at me, at us. I have no biblical references to bank on, and I refuse to accept what people claim to be true just to make people who grieve feel good. This is a hastily written poem on my my IPad, and I do not have the heart, nor the energy, to rework this.
Where the Hell is Heaven?
Do you see me
when i look up to the clouds
thinking of you?
When people tell me
what they think i want to hear
is it true
that you watch over me
from up above?
Where are you geographically?
Because i've never seen a map
with directions to heaven.
Google 's no use.
Can you hear me
greet you in the morning?
When I call your name in the darkness
and ask why you had to go away?
Can you see my face crumple
and my heart crumble
because I still have not stopped mourning,
Do you know when my heart is sighing?
Do you feel it when despite the pain I laugh?
Can you feel any better knowing I'm moving on?
Or are you oblivious
because the joys of heaven
fill your days and sate your needs?
Do you count the days or years
When we see each other again?
Do you pray for what i pray for--
a grand reunion of everyone we love.
All the gadgets and widgets can 't help me
to hear you
see you
have you within arm 's reach.
Maybe I don't know where heaven is.
But I know you are here
a breath away
in my heart
where you'll be forever
until I can have you again
in a heavenly embrace.
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