What are you doing up there?

Why haven’t you said hello?

I’m waiting down here to hear from you,

a sign, like early snow.

I wonder what your days are like

I’m jealous of the sky.

Angry that it’s stolen you,

With no good reason why.

It’s like you drifted to the skies,

Disrobing your pain and woes,

Finding peace and loving arms,

While I sort through your clothes.

Are you dancing with your mother,

 singing in the angel choir?

Have you forgotten that you left me here,

 on earth,  in the mire?

I’d give my prize possessions

to hold your hand once more,

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