I chased a god I'm not sure existed.

I cried alone at night and thought,

"Where are you god?

Why am I so alone?"

 

I've been told that heaven

is a blinding white light at first,

then a comfortable glow.

Almost like what I think stars,

or clouds, would feel like

if I could just get high enough.

 

Then I found god.

But not in a church,

or hospital,

or on the edge of a building.

 

I found him when I found you.

You were so striking and hypnotizing

when I first met you. Now you are

my comfort, my golden glow.

 

And when you're not here,

I miss you like an angel

who's lost her way to heaven.