My Restless Heart

The Restless Heart

I am a drifter of the heart
finding new towns.
Feeling that this is the place
the one I need.
But always moving on.
it's inevitable
it's written in my poetry
like a sailor's death
is weaved into
his sweater
knitted by his wife.
I know I will leave..
you asked me to
settle with you
raise a family
and build a home.
I love you
I will try
I will try I promise.
but deep in my chest.
my restless heart
refuses to unpack its bags.