In Heaven

	At intermission
	we meet outside
	a grin of a hug
	you blow your cigarette in the other direction
	we laugh at the same jokes
	but she pops the balloon when she walks through the room to you
	in heaven.
	Who can control
	the bitter blast
	we know we let in the cold when we defenestrate the past and now
	she’s not at the other end of our telephone calls
	she’s in a desert on the surface of mars
	with you in heaven.

	At intermission
	we meet outside
	a grin of a hug
	you blow your cigarette in the other direction
	we laugh at the same jokes
	but she pops the balloon when she walks through the room to you
	in heaven.
	Who can control
	the bitter blast
	we know we let in the cold when we defenestrate the past and now
	she' s not at the other end of our telephone calls
	she' s in a desert on the surface of mars
	with you in heaven.