if you’re looking for heaven…

if you're looking for heaven

child
listen to me
heaven
ain’t
no place 
above
the
clouds
it’s
a lover’s
warm back massage
at
the end
of
a hard day
of
labor
and
there ain’t
no
heavenly choir
that can sound
as sweet
as
those words
before sleep
whispered
by
your lover’s lips
the words
i’ll love you
forever

 

protagonist…

protaganist

i’ve begun to think
there are quiet suicides
where there are no notes
had notes been left
we’d
have some explanation
and
these ghosts might abate
for 
the stories told
hold small fragments of our lives
though concealed from us
we so quickly blame
broken hearts as cause of death
though some may be
but
what reason to live
if all that one has cherished
willingly chose death