I want to believe in heaven.
I want to believe that you’re there.
I want to believe you’re comfortable.
I want to believe you’re still watching.
I want to believe you can hear me say “I love you”.
I want to know that you’re ok.
I want to know that you’re not just…
Gone.
I want to believe that I’ll join one day.
I want to hope that I’ll see you again.
I want to hope that death doesn’t truly part us.
I want to believe in heaven.
But then again,
You didn’t believe.
So how would you even be there?
You’d be surprised. I have to believe in this or the deaths that have been handed to me in my life would be unbearable. Very nice Ilana. I liked this a lot.
I love this. 🙂
Simple, genteel beauty.
An excellent poem! You express complex feelings in very simple words.