missing
i miss the icy chill of the eastern winds doing the foxtrot on the apples of my cheeks while i gazed heaven-bound with eyes the size of the moon itself
the so-black-it-looks-blue sky shot through with silver milk and peppered with stars
stretching in an un-fathomable expanse
our universe is never ending
to us at least
constantly expanding
i remember my five year old mind wondering
if beyond the universe is heaven
and my five year old ears listening to my grandmother telling me the love story of the sun and the moon
i wonder why our skyscrapers like to block out heaven
what are we hiding from?
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