RIP

I look up at my ceiling,
and stare at the plastic clusters of stars,
it makes me think of heaven,
Where You are.
Some people don't believe in heaven,
but it is the only way I can cope,
for if I didn't believe that you were in a better place,
better than this world,
then I wouldn't be able to bare it.
The thought of missing your friendly smile,
the way you gave the best hugs, and always found a way to warm my cold toes.
The thought of you being in a deep sleep of no dreams,
Kills me.
Thats why I believe,
there are holes in the floor of heaven,
and your watching me,
and you'll never stop loving me,
just like i will never stop loving you.