Heaven is behind the tree.

With my mind made on making her realize she was a part of my body, I fought the wind across the park to reach her. Her voice had been sober on the other end of the line this afternoon when I told her to meet me at Heaven.

"Heaven!"

"Yes! where God lives with the Angels"

She laughed. Her solemn voice crinkled in my ears. Smiles filled my heart and I grinned. I wake up each day thinking of ways to make my Baaba laugh.

"and how do you intend to face God with the dirt on your hands?"

Her words were drums in my heart, my heart beat so fast that I nearly passed away. We both knew what I did for a living. We both knew what she did in the past.

"hello.....are you there?"

soberly, I spoke

"yes"

"I'm sorry!"

"It's fine. the park. 6pm."

"job?"

"I would have told you to bring the Bible"

I ended the call and deposited my body carelessly in my bed. My ribs slammed against the wooden edge of the bed and I shouted 'ouch! My Baaba!' and smiled. Then facing the ceiling, I remembered her words again and my heart pumped very cold blood through my veins. I could feel my body go cold. Certainly, I knew I wasn't dying. Very well that I can't go to hell. I must repent. I confess to her. I must tell her about my love for her. And that we both could go to Heaven tomorrow if we wanted.

I observed humans ran helter-skelter in search of shelter. My phone rang. It was her. She probably wanted to tell me the wind had come to the park with signs to herald rainfall. I watched her worry on the lover's bench.

Then I touched her shoulders from behind her. She collapsed on the bench. I didn't expect any less. She lived in perpetual fear.

"What the fuck was that?"

I smiled. My left palm carefully placed in the right, I knelt before her and begged.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

Apologizing and

"since when did you become Jesus?"

I smiled.

"Would you marry me?"

I brought the diamond from my pocket into the opens of my palms.

She laughed. I expected her to. She laughed out loud. She held her stomach, exactly where I shot her some years ago.

"Since when did you know love?"

"Since I carried you to the hospital. I felt a sharp pain in my rib"

"No! I can't marry you. I've stopped this job and I want a meaningful job"

TO BE CONTINUED SOMEDAY when the muse comes.