In Heaven - The Zolas

At intermission

We meet outside

A grin of a hug

You blow your cigarette in the other direction

We laugh at the same jokes

But she pops the balloon when she walks through the room to you

In heaven

Who can control

The bitter blast

We know we let in the cold when we defenestrate the past and now

She’s not at the other end of our telephone calls

She’s in a desert on the surface of mars

With you in heaven