I reached up to take a

piece of heaven from the sky.

 

Without knowing that all I could 

grab was a piece of air.

 

Unknowing to the senses yet weightless

to the heart.

 

Tear by tear that empty space was filled with sadness.

 

Of wishes.

Of regret.

Of anguish.

Of uncertainty---

 

The well of despair.

 

Yet each day he was there.

 

Waiting.

 

He looked down, and I looked up.

 

I wanted to grab him--but I was too scared.

 

A coward.

 

I kept running away from the truth. From my treasure.

 

Heaven.

 

Yet he only stared at me.

 

I belonged to him.

 

I reached up to take a piece of heaven from the sky.

Without knowing he grabed me.

 

My heaven.

 

Then I finally understood:

The well of despair

waited

like a coward

for a heaven

that had belonged to her from the beginning.