heaven

It was the winter of your life.
One step closer to the uncertainty.
New types of blood and also new types of eyes.
You went to the optometrist.
You got new glasses, new lenses.
You ordered what you could.
You went out walking through the city streets.
And your eyes opened as if the solstice was coming.
Coming for you. For me. For all of us.
And you couldn't be happier to see all of that.
And nothing of that.
You were greateful for finally being able to see things.
What a gift it is to see everything.
The blue of the skies, and the bright white of the snow.

As it was snowing you were like,
Heaven, don't leave.
Heaven, you became ethernal.
Heaven, as the snow melted.
Heaven, it's you. It's me.
It's the world.