You wander around my thoughts
Like the avid traveler you are.
You’ve traversed these well-worn heart lines,
You’ve climbed the mountains of verses,
Swam the oceans of feelings,
Jumped off the cliffs of unfinished stories,
Walked the cobblestone streets of my inner cities.
You’ve hidden in the alleyways,
And, on occasion, you’ve ruled my kingdoms.
But now, you come out of hiding more often,
More often than I would like to care about.
Sometimes, you’re a speeding motorbike that passes,
Short, fleeting, exhilarating, terrifying.
Sometimes, you’re a fog rolling into a field,
Soft, imminent, stealthy and confusing.
Sometimes, you steal my trains of thought,
One minute I’m engulfed in something,
And the next, you’ve taken over.
The ways you show yourself to me varies,
But one thing is constant:
All the times I see you in my head,
I wish you were with me instead.
But no, you’re off, wandering the world,
Like the avid traveler you are.
Climbing real mountains,
Surfing real oceans,
Walking through little villages in city outskirts.
Capturing smiles and sunsets in photographs,
Not knowing you captured my heart
With a smile and a wave…
A lifetime ago.
Now I often throw wishes to the stars,
And hope you see them wherever you are,
That you’d give my heart, and my thoughts,
Back to me.