it used to make me sad:
 wondering if we’d be married in heaven
 wondering if our love could be so special
 that it would be allowed to last forever
 and at the time I would often wonder
 will I even go to heaven?
 how presumptuous of me
 what if you go there
 and I cannot follow?
 and now there are some days
 I wonder if I even believe in god at all
 but I always believe in you
 and I guess you’re a good enough answer
 to every question