I want to know how you feel when I place my warm palm on your healing heart.
I want to know if it makes it beat again, makes it race again.
I want to feel your heart conversing love with me, the way it used to.
I want to know if it's still my voice that makes your breath hitch in your throat when I whisper your name.
But I can't, love, for now you are in the kingdom above the clouds, and it is you who is healing my heart by your little appearances between the shining miracles in the night sky, making my heart race when the air around me carries your name, your fragrance, who is still conversing the language of love with me the way you used to. It's like you're not here but your love has made your presence so strong, almost as if it merged into one of the elements of nature, still winning the argument of "I love you more."