Navy suitcase, resting in the corner
Scented candle dying down
Memories, as they do, entrance my mind
and my body is numb.
Between the blankets and the sheets
on a cot I don’t call home
Suitcase half-open, sleeve hanging out
And I remember an arm waving
out the window of a train
when snow fell and scarves warmed.
Journal left untouched in mourning
of experiences never had
Letters from ‘loved ones’ miss me,
but the people don’t.
Candle burned out; it’s dark
but I can’t move
I can’t breathe
so I think to keep it all alive.
Eyes close, mouth wide,
I remember kisses
Floating above sheets and
suffocating under blankets
Life and love, alike, hinder freedom.
So I pack my suitcase and I leave,
an empty candle left as a reminder
as a memory.
You’re gonna miss me.