I don't know you anymore,
ever since that staycation
with your Beloved.

You were the only one who held
my heart and brain
in your pearly, white palm.
Now it's stained brown
from the endless supply of caffeine
and mugs.

What about
the scars on my back
(from my travels to many places)
that you and only you saw?
I can't help but wonder over the picture you have
of me
if they now rest in a new rucksack.

My soul,
is now in your little backpack
where everyone else lie in.

Tell me,
where did you travel to and what happened?
Did the airlines lose your culture
and replace it with a complimentary
substitute?

You've lost the identity for which
I came to know you of.
May this just be a
stopover.