Suitcase Heart

I carry my heart in a little suitcase
Through time, through space
Through mad banners of wind
Holding the secrets of a dear friend.
I carry my heart in a little suitcase
Walking through empty streets and 
Through rain
I am soaked from love and pain.
Hearing the crumbled pieces of my own. 
My cover is blown.
Planting the roots on the shore,
Knowing I have been here before.
Passed the street of your heart,
Closed gate and a security guard.
Stood there for a minute or two,
Watched your dark window.
And heard the accord of a piano.
Then the cops came around too.
I am too early or too late.
I wrap pieces in a little suitcase,
Keeping a steady pace.
Balancing on my toes, 
Tip point of the world,
Basking in the moonlight.
Tonight I am traveling light.

© Colleen Yorke. All rights reserved. 2020.

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