Is it better?
Where you are?
Is it like everyone says that it’ll be.
Bright shining lights
And angels,
Do you finally get to see angels,
And hear them sing?
Does the breath cruise easily in and out of your nose
Is the pain in your head long gone, already forgotten?
Are the streets really paved with gold, and manna
Strewed all over the floor
Do you see us from the heavens?
I’ll wave to the sky just for you.
Can you see?