I packed up my bags,

My shoes, my clothes,

My toiletries.

Packed everything

I needed

For my holiday

To Norway.

My mind was set

So was my mood

To have a great time.

But when I boarded

The plane, something

Wasn’t right, as if

Something was missing.

I had taken all caution

And a lot of care to see

That nothing goes wrong

And yet, somehow I knew,

Something didn’t feel right.

I checked all over again

Did a memory drill of my mind

To see what was missing.

But it didn’t have a clue

Despite being so pragmatic,

And ‘right’ in all its social codes.

Politically correct, that’s what they say,

When the mind “knows it all”

Yet I knew it didn’t know,

What was missing, what was so wrong

About not having it with me.

I delved deep inside my feelings….

Then did I fathom what was missing,

Without which I felt so empty and inept.

Yes, I packed all what I could take with me

Yet, my heart remained to be with thee….

And so I left my heart, that wouldn’t budge

No matter where I went, it always had to

Holiday with thee, never wanting to come with me.