Heaven Reminds You of Me,”
That lovely summer changed me
maybe more than it changed you.
Sometimes when I look up at night,
I no longer see the moon.
In its place, your smiling face
is looking ever upward, too.
I once tasted heaven
in the moonlight on your face,
and prompt silly thoughts arrived,
like, “I hope Heaven reminds you of me,”
even if we’re not together.
We talked about our future,
staring back into the past,
just old light on a dark night.
You filled and surrounded me,
now in the observatory’s shadow–
just a building among trees,
only where we first met–
a product of man’s history,
men who dreamed of building
taller and seeing farther, but
all we really cared about
was trying to get closer.
You helped me finally understand
how something called a God
could really just be love
and a face you see above,
always smiling and expecting you
to be a kinder man.
Love always,
your Mister
Lonely Hearts Chapel 