when you're heading south

tied up my thoughts
in their shoelaced knots
i'm all ready
to walk and trip.

curled back my lips
in a tired grin
the world doesn't need
one more sorry.

what would you say
if i told you
my angst are all packed up
in their south-bound luggage?

i'd say goodbye
to memories
and friends
and haunting faces
raked from deep dreams.

i'd say goodbye.
i promise.