Tuesday, February 11, 2025

Today's poetry


The Suitcase on the Bed


Coming or going,

It all looks the same.

Empty bed, unshared.

One suitcase with keepsakes.


My worldly possessions

Trimmed to nothing. 

If I could, the suitcase would

Become a backpack.


Freedom from the weight 

Of this unshared bed.

Possessions behind me.

Great expectations ahead.

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