Letters to Heaven

I write to you often to an address in the sky.

Ink stained with longing, sealed softly by sighs.

Your empty chair speaks loudly at every holiday.

Snapshots of first steps, wishing you'd stay.

Paper wings carry whispers, lifting dreams above,

trusting you'll receive these letters full of love.

Sending letters to heaven, praying they soar,

each word a heartbeat you can't ignore.