each line is a lie

I called you on the phone yesterday.

I was able to tell you about the day I had—

You told me about the weather up in Heaven

And how you got to meet Johnny Cash there.

I am so blessed to have never gone a single day

Without hearing you tell me how much you love me,

And that Heaven is right up the street.

We can go on our Sunday drives for as long as we want to.

We can stay together forever

In the most blissful ignorance and privilege

To never have to understand the meaning of goodbye.