Heaven

Why must I always love or hate you...

The young boy, unimagined
the image in the photograph
that his heart had taken
of something beautiful
vanishing beneath the sunset

Why must I always hate or love you...

Winded by desperation
of trying to keep something
too precious alive,
before his eyes closed
one last time on that world
that he had always known

And became a young man...

Believing that it must
still exist somewhere,
in some after life
that preserves all beauty,
like a killing jar

... The young man never survived his dream.

Uley