Ticket To Heaven

When I dream of you,

I recall the long deep rows

of purple lilac

tracing the walkway to your house,

and I fall in love

with the thought of you

all over again,

for the first time in a long time.

I never knew love

until you showed me

how birds stay warm through winter,

and told me why heaven

didn't want me yet.

"Too many angels up here, sweetheart,

your wings are not ready to depart."

I never knew love

until the day you left me,

alone and crying

over the part of not knowing

when I would see you again.