The Ark I think I left my heart in a city where sunflowers grow on long stretches of pavement. Here the tall ruins refuse to be ignored, mimicking the loneliness of my insides. Where the dirt and grime slip under your finger nails only to stay a little while. No,no,no. Forget that I think I left my heart in the smile lines of friends whose eyes tell of stories before. Whose teaching hands reach for mine when I begin to get testy. And trust me, I get fucking testy. No,no,no. Maybe I left it in the final frontier. The unknown. The dark abyss we call space. On a grey, wait, very grey space ship, where nothing seems to go right. Where battered wrist watches know the sweat of our labours and the green walls think I’m fucking crazy. Wherever it is, and who really knows, Promise me if you find it , Bury it in-between the trees at Kalamagda park Where the faint sound of laughter and dramatic voices can be heard running lines. Leave it there. Don’t go looking for it. Just Leave it in Ryan Adam’s mysterious ability to tell a joke. Or Tiki’s perseverance to try again. Better yet, hide it in Shalini’s strength to pick her self for once. Or Stacey’s magical world I want to live in for a little while. Or Tamara’s accepting nature of all our flaws. On second thought, place it in a Christina Wolfe hug that holds the secrets of sisterhood. But definitely make sure to place it within the sweet honey tones of Richard Fleeshman’s voice that reminds me he sees me. and god, does he see me. Or sprinkle it, in Pavle’s unwavering ability to listen full heartedly, or within Jess’s day making invitations and wicked dance moves. Or Jelena and Steven’s love for one another that restores my faith in true love. Or Drew’s kindness to always take care of anyone, and everyone. Actually, leave it in Sam’s boldness to just jump right in, or Reece Ritchie’s healing super power to fill the holes our father’s left. Oh captain, my captains!!! - these are the makings of my soul. The fighters of my fight. So if I parish tomorrow, and you stumble upon my misfit heart, just leave it. I think it’s where it belongs. Within the fibres of the ones I call home.