Wednesday, 15 April 2015

The Suitcases

All the baggage, 
all the carefully selected 
valuables and practicals, 
packed in a rush, 
hardly breathing.
Our lives 
might depend on it later.
Then we are gone 
and the suitcases 
left in the square,
packed full of stories 
that won't be told.
But don't think about it.
Don't think
about the separation 
from the suitcase.
Soon, a deeper cut. 
No goodbye is possible.
The next time I see you, 
you will be smoke. 

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