by Shane McCrae
I came from life from living I arrived
Nowhere in the midst of God in the midst of God
God is a city in which no one has ever lived
We live in houses like the houses we once had
Some in their first some in their last
I live in the house I lived in with my wife
The first year we were married a small white
House at the edge of campus it's as if
We never graduated never left
Except she isn't here and none of our
Friends but the friends who died so long ago
They aren't our friends anymore
I do what old friends do
And love them anyway we eat together at the Waf-
fle House on Saturdays and wait all week to die
How many weeks now I don't know
Except it can't be more than three
Thousand I guess about three thousand sixty years or so
Or how long do young people live
Seems like it's longer every day three thousand or
She would be here with me I have
Thought hard about it and I'm sure
But sometimes I feel like I've thought about
Her life for longer than she could have lived it
And mean to ask an angel why we can see
Everything but Earth from Heaven
But I don't ask I don't think I could stand to not
Be answered but I don't think I could stand the answer
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