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