For a moment lost in translation,
the heart becomes desolate
and meaningless words struggle 
to make an impression.

The words that fall into empty spaces
between you and I
are as empty as my courage 
and your suitcases.

But they crawl back into my mouth
letter by letter,
covered in filth, 
and looking uncouth.

And as they linger in contemplation,
I am afraid
if they will ever reach 
their desired destination.

But I know it in my heart
and hope you will understand too
that the journey is more important 
than the end or the start.

So they wash the stain
and embark again
on the greatest journey 
we have ever taken.

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