Notes to an absent lover

You whisper in my ear, soft, inaudible, that heaven waits. Waits one day.
I should follow, ahead, towards the light, my heart begs me to move.
The sky above opens when your words whisper to me.
I’m coming, slowly I’m on my way.
The ghost that you are, the sweet thought that you’ve become, the wish that your face turns into convince me of heaven.
I cannot but place one foot after the other and follow you home.
But I cannot walk as fast as you want.
The fog makes you disappear, I’m alone.
Pain shrinks my faith to a size no longer visible. The bed was never taken, I have always been alone.
My tears are heavy, they drip, like thickened blood mark my face. A face of longing.
I have no power, you are my all.
Your promise of heaven keeps me on the path that sees my body break to pieces.
Your ghost, an optical illusion, a beckoning force leads me further from what I know to be true.
I am tired.
And alone.
You play with the heart so careless.
You destroy me.
The breezy meadows and sweet fruits of pine trees, the scent of hope and the sight of success help me carry on.
Burdened and bound, determined and captive, I answer your whisper.
I rest when I see the moon’s been following.
I go nowhere, stand motionless, with feet cracked and lifeless from the endless walk.
Your love calls me. I move the unmovable.
With my useless feet and burdened body, I run towards our heaven.