Heaven Ends Too Soon

I seen heaven in a dream and like all good things It ends to soon. Eight hours narrowed down to short memory. Lopsided sheets tucked comfortably in a discounted comforter. Just before I waking up I heard a voice call my name. A soothing voice layered in comfort. Not once did I move. A place moist in anticipation. Very rarely do I get to travel. And good things come to end too soon. The memory of smiling faces seen on a lukewarm day. An older man sat at an iron wrought table. Reading to himself the details of spaghetti and fork. A slight twirl of long noodles punctuated by a piece of meat. Next time I come I'll have to eat there. By the open door with chalk on a board. Going to sleep watching the food network definitely has it's consequences. Being woke from one of the best dreams ever. The sound of a rumbling stomach. And an empty fridge