J...Never look from it again

The rain laps the window
the rain laps my cheek.

I know you are there,
in that other room,
packed and boxed,

Ready for heaven.

Six feet long,
six feet deep,
cut and shaped,
just for you.

I don't want to send you,
But they will take you anyway,
and bury my heart.

And cover it,

in a soil of deaths blanket,

And as

the rain laps the window
I know we will,

Never look from it again