the smoke swirls to the treeline
as i ponder these thoughts in my head
i remember the things that you told me
recall all the words i have said
yet somehow between all the syllables
we slipped into time that had ceased
and the lives that seemed so important
were only the ones we had leased
when you shed the world of your body
and i slid out of my skin
we created a place up in heaven
to visit time and again
©1999 Kim Shaver
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