The Atrium

Wings

Three years past,

have you gotten your wings yet?

are the clouds as white as told?,

Does your halo shine bright,

as your smile did, down here.?

Are you more than food for the worms?

Three years past,

just wondering where you are?

Are you proud?

are you looking down at me?

Flying by gates, waiting for me?

Reunion is as far as you.

Three years past,

still a hole is left

unfilled, left empty.

At least you have your wings.

Are you missing the ground?

Three years past,

still crying for you,

as if your right here

with me.

Three years past,

Is the gates as pearly, as they say?

Is there room for me with you?

Will you be there?

Waiting

with my wings in your hand