I’ll see you in my heaven

You took a cigarette

from between your lips,

blew smoke into the sky -

forming clouds of your own

Utopia. You always said

if we close our eyes

we can almost make out

a heaven of our own.

I didn't believe you,

until you went to that

heaven you dreamt of

for so many years.

I envied you;

then I missed you.

I tried to conjure

up the image you

described once when

we were drunk,

but all I saw was

clouds from secondhand smoke

and dimming stars.

I guess I'll never know.