& when you walk away
When the doors to your arms
Are no longer open. 
Where do I go 
To wander the thoughts that
Keep me warm & snug. 
There are parts of you that twist
The thermostat that actives
This warmth. 
& when you walk away
To where does the mail go addressed
With the stamp of your lips, 
A place I call home. 
Will it be delivered else where
& I forlorn. 
When the doors to your arms
Are no longer open. 
Where do I go 
To wander the thoughts that
Keep me warm & snug