Where Is

Where is the Heaven?
Where is the Hell?
Where is the place,
where Demons dwell?
I think I know,
knowing it well.
It is the place,
which I can tell.
When, my arms are empty,
you aren't with me.
You are a memory,
of what used to be.
I see your beauty,
in photos I took.
I know you better,
like reading a book.
When I look and see
you in the pictures,
like you used to be,
long will I wander,
long will I roam,
until the morrow
when I am at home.