NaPoWriMo Day #27
Poetry form: Prose
You will find my heart somewhere in the folds of your rolled up sleeves. Or maybe it is tucked in between the crinkles around your eyes which serve as tiny pathways to your soul. Perhaps, you should inspect the space between your fingers to check for any traces I might have left when I left myself behind with you. I’m weightless now. And I don’t want you to be burdened anymore. So in case you find the heart that once was mine, I want you to close your eyes and blow it away to the Northern winds.
Remember this — I’m only gone from myself. Never from you.
Image Credit: Digital art by Guo Jian