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I don’t really want to say something cheesy

like you gave me your heart

but that’s sometimes what it feels like to me

so I will package it up

in little glass houses

and carry them across rivers for you

so I will make it a sanctuary                 and also a mountain

so I will cry over it sometimes (a lot)

                      and other times make it my own chicken soup

I will find us in the footsteps               that have walked on it

the calluses                                     that have stepped on it

the moments                               that have handprints on it

I will swing it on my shoulder through the jungles and deliver it safely home

so I will mix it up with all my belongings

and sometimes forget which suitcase I left it in

but don’t worry

it calls out to me

in the sweetest songs                          in the softest corners

in the furthest countries                          in the latest hours

in the strangest moments                     in the loudest voices

I will find it

I will pick it up with the same hands

as that first day