Pack these bags, no, we’re not leaving.
The bags are. Throw these burdens,
remove the locks and unlock these shackles.
I’m with you now.

We’re going somewhere, and for the first time,
it’s not running away. It’s not leaving. We’re going.
A first time for everything, they always say.
It could only be you.

I’ll need new bags. Empty ones, ready to be filled.
New burdens and also, of course, a new co-writer.
You didn’t think you were just a new chapter, did you?

You’re not going anywhere, you’re writing my life together with me.
Active participation, so to speak. Let’s not waste time.
You’ve go your pony and I’ve got you, let’s go.

Journal you, journal me, let’s never stop writing.
You’re with me now.