Heaven

It's been a while since I last posted something. I'm back in Tokyo now. Going to while away the days. This one was written around 3 years ago, as far as I can remember. Again, something for LittleChinaGirl.

Heaven

no clouds and blinding sunlight
just dust and drowning streetlights

no glorious trumpets of delight
just the deafening silence of blight

gone rifled distanced and dyed blue
still faith held by an angel's hue

yet asked if heaven exists i'd say true
not above, no. it's down here, with you.

Oh, and she's leaving soon. To where? I don't know. Didn't bother to ask. Who am I to question?