Souvenirs

you bought a ticket for the flight
stowing your bag overhead
headed out west to see mountains
all the cracked riverbeds
you talk to the saguaro like the answers are there
looking to the clouds for relief from your prayers

you purchased the postcards to send to your friends
licked all the stamps and posted them to mail
you hike through the desert with the sun as your guide
the burn that you get peels quickly with time
no tan lines you show that you cannot hide

time goes so fast and it's time to go home
you pack up your heart, wishing the hours to slow
a kiss for your lover and the ones you hold dear
heading back to the north, without any souvenirs

introspectionverse

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