A Poem About Moving On: Keep Closed

suitcase packed moving on Poem About Moving On

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A poem about moving on and letting go.

 

“I need help!”

She came immediately.

“Sit on my case!”

She laughed and then she did.

We struggled,

Tattered clothes poured out.

“Why keep this?”

She asked, her nose looking up.

My eyes shifted,

“Not ready to let go.”

We pressed down,

She shoved them in and

Forced the case,

Determined to seal it.

I zipped hard.

“Close for God’s sake!”

In unison,

We agreed.

We succeeded.

Down to storage.

 

I miss a top in there,

But it’s torn.

Perhaps I can stitch it,

Add some sequence.

It would probably show

That it’s broken,

But I love it.

I’m getting that top back.

 

“I need help!”

She came immediately.

“I hurt myself.

The needle pricked me deep.

Got a band aid?”

She laughed and wrapped it up.

“One thing please,

Can you help close the case.”

 

I never learn,

Letting go. It’s hard when

We love our favourite

Tattered clothes.

 

 

 

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