If there is a heaven

If there is a heaven, bright with light and love, Complicated dances, Christmas every day, Angels holding hands, a permanent parade, Heaven is a silent prison without you If there is a hell, awash in fire and pain, Loss and misery, regret for life unlived, Writing on our bodies naming all our crimes, Hell’s a golden garden if you are with me I miss you, I love you If I live a life, and these two hands grow old Crossing lines and years appearing on my skin, More and more, although they seem my father’s hands Young they’ll ever be if they run through your hair I miss you, I love you