Will my first morning of heaven be this?
No. And this is not
my last morning on earth.
I am simply last
in my house
to waken, and the first
sound I hear
is the voice of one I love
speaking to one we love.
I hear it through the bedroom wall;

something, someday, I’ll close my eyes to recall.

excerpt from li-young lee’s “A Final Thing”
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