An empty waiting room

Sometimes it seems like Heaven
must be some suspended place
that no one can get to;
comfortable chairs,
delicious foods,
beautiful music
that no one is able to enjoy --
certainly not me,
not with all my faults and flaws.

But no,
that's just an empty waiting room
where no one needs to go;
a halfway place
between now
and now;
an illusion of loneliness
on the way to somewhere else
where everyone imperfect
will always know
Love.


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