The dis-organised internal monologue of an anxious traveller...

I want to be

the bag,

the weight,

you drag round the world

on your shoulders.

Couldn't get closer,

want to be closer...

Pick up a postcard

and write me something

even if it's not what you want to say.

Couldn't get further,

couldn't get further away...

I don't need to kiss you

or love you

or need your body wrapped round mine,

I just want to be closer

closer than I got last time.

No land

no seas

no heat

no freeze

can free me from this ill-at-ease.

Let me be closer

pack me with you

take me with you,

please.