In a small glass bottle

In a small glass bottle

By: Cristina Heisecke

In a small glass bottle

I keep a piece of your heart

The essence I need

When we’re miles apart

When my vigor is low

And I’m just about to quit

When I wake up in the morning

And I feel homesick

It only takes three pumps

Two on my neck and one in my hair

And suddenly I’m back

I'm no longer scared

I wrap myself in you

I'm there in your arms

Your voice soothing me

Saying “Reach for the stars”

I travel all the way back

To the red colored sand

Under the Mangos and Lapachos

And your hand in my hand

Sitting on the bench

In that fine golden hour

In the plaza we decided

Was meant to be ours

Hearing the macaws that escaped

And the children that played

Dreaming about our lives

And the paths we’d have paved

I’m talking and your listening

My eyes bright, green and glistening

Taking deep breaths

For all the breaths that were missing

On a boat down the river

Towards the lowering sun

A place that reminded us

That we had only begun

An orange more orange

Than the orange from a tree

And the music of the crickets

And the fish flying free

I’m in mudded up boots

And I’m wearing your hat

Panchos and Mate

Around the fire we sat

Bats whooshing by

Looking up at the sky

A night filled with stars

A world meant to be ours

I come back to

Alone in my room

Alone but not lonely

Because I’m now filled with you

Home in my heart

Courage in hand

I forgot for one second

But now I know who I am

There are days I wake up

With my light looking dim

And all that I need

Are three sprays to begin

Two on my neck and one in my hair

In a small glass bottle

I keep home safe in there