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 at the clouds and see them part
A shaft of sunlight warming me on a cold day
A violent death, where no one is to blame
I have to be honest, I don’t feel the same
If I could see you one time, but not in a dream
Would you sit and stay, share some mint chocolate chip ice cream?
Do you go for rides, listening to your favorite songs?
Sometimes, I feel my grief is selfish; among my wrongs
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