By Gala
Date: 26 July 2000
The Heart Travels
Racking up the frequent flyer miles
on this old heart of mine---
it gets notional and broody
and takes flight in your direction
while I'm balancing a checkbook
battling a water heater
or canning salsa in the kitchen.
And I can always tell
when it's met up with you,
the small card with your name on it
clutched to it's chest
beating hard,
waiting for pick up
while I am trying to live my life
per normal...
and then I feel it.
My heart is dancing
a shameless lambada
a blatant tango,
and you are holding it
close and near and warm
and whispering into it's ear
while a shiver takes me head to toe
two thousand miles away
and I curse the airlines again
for allowing the damned thing
to fly unescorted.
Next time, I want to be there too.
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