heavens yes

you talk about god sometimes on our walks home
and i ask you every time in my head what do you mean
when i asked you outloud you told me it was from these meetings
that would gather people to talk

i remember it made me quiet and it made me think
your life seems harder than mine and maybe it is
but your hands are still soft and you try to make others smile
the books you read keep you thinking and there is warmth in your words

there wasnt much that we said tonight that didnt make me think
about this person i love so much and our time together each day
you've slept alongside another one much like i have too
and each sunday comes - it always feels like sunday

when we dont have those people and we have lived 5 more years
lets think of the moon in the eye of the man we both saw
up there in the sky the night we rhymed and hugged-
the same night we had said our quiet and shakey goodbye