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