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 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.