Friday, September 16, 2011

suitcase ~ written February 21, 2011

I packed up
all you left
A suitcase and
the stuff that made
it full
        It’s by the door
It seems
a little cold
bare, but you’ll
get used to that
        I certainly did
In losing everything
you left, I find
that you never
really filled

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