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.