You and I.

I would love to think that this pain is beautiful.  But you havnt seen me cry, this agonizing symbol of you and I.  Maybe god let's you see me once a week, and if he could,  he'd allow you to speak.  But I know truely I cannot hear a word you said, so you speak in signs I see instead.  Often I wonder if heaven holds you the ways I've done, and if I'm still your chosen one. It's not easy in this day and age, to turn the key, or fold the page. The page that was written,  where we both were well aware,  noted  in words, that we did share.  Love above and so below,  what do I do now, where is this love supposed to go. I remember you like yesterday,  I still love you like that very first, but as long as you love me then I am cursed, because I cannot see you, feel your embrace, its been twenty four years , and  I miss your face, I just know this place holds grace and love on either side, I've forgiven you for everything,  even the day you died