Heaven and Earth

He used to tell me that he'd found Heaven,

Right here, in this parking lot,

On this ordinary-ordinary Earth.

I didn't believe him, but I know that he

Could see through my fake smile, thin as it was.

The thing is, Heaven is extraordinary-extraordinary,

So it couldn't possibly reside here, could it?

But maybe, just maybe, extraordinary-ordinary

Things are alright, too, as long as they seem to fit.

The End

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