Hope u guys understand a bit, not mine btw, but loved it some much 
so couldnt hesitate
boy
stops.
the graveyard gate
ajar.
raises his face to his father
already
walking away.
“daddy?”
sunshine voice, cold grey day
rings in unhearing ears
like glass breaking against stone
“is that heaven?”
the break of sneakers on tarmac
and an adult pause
devoid of patience
“those are graves.”
the crunch rush sweep of a car passing
and wide child eyes between wrought iron
heaven in a box
beneath wet black earth.
the graveyard gate
swings
shut.