I have my dreams sprawled across
the bare attic of my brains
But my soul is ready to pack
I have my hopes locked tight
in a chest with my name
But my heart is not looking back
I have my fears in hand
and my hiking boots on
I'm aware that our journey's
--- too hard and long
and too quickly will memories fade
of Mexico.
I have a sealed envelope close
to the rhythms of my heart
and a kiss near the edge of my sleeve
I have your words of adoration
branded on my doorstep
across which we'll soon have to leave.
I have plans for affairs un-occurred
I have things to do, places to see,
--- people to meet
but you still reflect me and our haven
of Mexico.
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