Travel

Our suitcase is filled to the brim.

We packed long ago, in the early times of us.

Us. 

We are an adventure. 

We dreamed of going places last fall.

Back when we liked each other but 

Giggled and blushed furiously at the 

Mere thought of exposing our scenario's 

Of going places with each other, to the other.

All through December and January 

We flirted with ideas of where we could go.  

We planned in our minds what new places 

We could venture to. 

The great wonders we could see and the

Places we could experience with the other. 

In the middle of February we finalized plans. 

We bought tickets to some of the happiest places on Earth.

We packed bags and off we went

To see new places. 

Places full of beauty, 

Places where the earth trusted us to appreciate it.

Places that were fragile, places that had rough terrain.

We'd take different paths occasionally,

Never failing to end back up where we belong though,

Hand in hand, together. 

Shared experiences which I wouldn't want to share

With anyone but you.

We found the map to each other's hearts.

A treasure chest led you to the key. Unlocking 

My fears. My deepest desires. My trust. My love.

You led the way to a walled castle 

Planted in the middle of a magical forest. 

You helped me through those walls, 

Across the moat and to the heart of it all.

A ballroom with beautiful music 

Flowing sweetly into our ears. 

You showed me that I can arrive to

New places, even when the path is rocky.

When walls seem high, and I'm scared of what lays beyond the door. 

Traveling with you has been the most 

Cherished adventure of my life.

Regardless of how many planes I've caught,

Of how many strangers I meet along the way.

Because I'm simply a tourist. 

Going through the motions, 

Staying a day or two, before re-stuffing

My bag and coming back here.

I miss my castle. 

I'm not a traveler without you.

I use bulky binoculars to see the little things

You could so easily point out to me otherwise.

Passport messily stamped, postcards collected.

Where's my love? My guide. My best friend.

I use GPS to find my way around, whereas

You use the stars. A map. Intuition.

Maybe you can't come to these places with me.

Because the hotel was booked and you couldn't 

Find tickets on the same train as I. 

That doesn't mean our adventures are over.

I've never trusted anyone before to watch 

The suitcase with my heart and happiness in it,

Across an ocean. 

I'm waiting in my ballroom, my love.

A dancer, frail but strong. Waiting

To dance with her faithful companion

Once again. 

Waiting to travel to more places. 

Because the only destination I really care about

Is your arms.