There are nights I wish you would tell the secrets of Heaven to me
Are God’s root-beer floats better than mine?
Do you come and go as you please?
Does He even listen to me?
There are days, I want you back no matter the cost
I wonder if you walk with Alighieri
His Hell is nothing to compare or boast
This bitter bread I chew, Paolo and Francesca kiss too busy to see
There are times, I look…
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