Theres no such thing as Heaven or Hell
To me, these are stories for others to sell
There is no reason
There is no why
God didn’t take my husband to die.

If it gives you comfort,
then you should believe.
To me, it’s just words they feed the bereaved.

What I feel to be true
and what seems to make sense,
is a bucket of questions
just over the fence.

It’s a mixture of science,
darkness, and stars
Today you’re on Pluto
Tomorrow it’s Mars.

Not that it matters,
because you’re not here.
So everything else
is just highlighted fear.

Where  did you go?
Does your spirit rest?
Does it fly all around?
Sit with birds in a nest?

They say that you’re with me
But what does that mean?
Did I make it all up?
That sign? That dream?
When I sensed your presence inside of my scream?

Are you air? Are you wind?
Do you travel by boat?
Do your ears still get cold?
Will you still need a coat?
How do I know
if you’re really around?
Can you whisper or talk
Can you please make a sound?

Theres nothing to touch
no sort of proof
Why is your energy
so damn aloof?

Science says energy never dies
so where is your spirit each time your wife cries?
When the car mechanic is telling me lies …
Are you at “In N Out” for a burger and fries?

Did you finally jump on a plane to L.A.?
or Clearwater Beach
Yankees vs. Rays?
How come I havent felt you for days?
Maybe you’re on the phone with your dad
having that talk
that you never had.
You could be at Publix
getting a sub
or strumming guitar
in a Cape Cod pub.
Petting a puppy,
Saving a cat
Leave it to you to do something like that.

A tennis match
with Andre or Pete.
Steven Tyler is singing,
you jam up a beat.

Calling dad “Pop”
eating mom’s apple pie,
playing catch with our brother
out in the night sky.

If energy talked for 3 hours straight,
you’d call up your sister,
be on the phone late.
So many places
your energy goes
and in the end
None of us know.

maybe you know.
Only you know.

So where the hell are you?
Don’t you think I should know?
Are you waiting for me
outside in the snow?
Nobody said
it was time to go.

Give me directions
to where you are
Can I G.P.S. it?
Can I drive my car?
Or is it more vague,
like inside of a star?

Maybe it’s selfish
I don’t really care
You promised forever,
we never got there.

If you’re gonna be dead,
it’s not asking a lot,
that your soul stays with me,
It’s all that I got.

Where you go,
I should be.
Where You Go,
Stay with me.

Kelley Lynn is an author, actor, comedian, TED talk speaker, and widow.  She lives in Massachusetts, and is trying to change the world.


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