my heart is heavy so I leave it
discarded on the street
half hidden by a dented can
I had wrapped it so carefully
in strong local thread
kindness gathered throughout the years
then placed it unwisely
and a knife blade sliced though
love weighs so much
anchors me to place and time
a ballast to somewhere I can no longer be
I travel soon no road no map
one memory resting in that raw space
tears easily turn to rain
body to dirt laughter to stars
I’ve no fear about this journey


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