When you go away,
On your trip around the world,
Don’t forget to pack my heart with you.
It won’t take much room,
Folded up and slipped between the pages of your guidebook,
Like some tattered piece of lace
Or dried out rose petal, saved for remembrance…
Be careful not to let it flutter to the ground
Lost in some distant, ancient erg…
Or be swept away by the wind
On some far off and grassy plain…
Instead, save it for a dark, and cold and lonely night
When your soul is weary
And you need to know
That somewhere, someone waits for you with longing..…
Sharon Catley