13 | suitcases

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I stood as the train sped by
Hoped no more, you would suddenly cry
My name, when I boarded the train
I try not to look back nor feel any pain
Yes, I have run away
But does that mean I had betrayed?
No, I don't think so
But I want you to let me go
So that I could possibly know
What made you exit the show
Let me know exactly why
I piled all my suitcases high

You expected me to look back
But all I knew you had something I lack
You were suddenly my completion
The one I can't live without
What is it that made you my devotion
That I could no more show doubt?
You were there, yet I was here
Time had kept us apart
You were suddenly a curtain I couldn't tear
Even though I meant to depart

I shouldered my pack and leaped aboard
Toted my suitcases and strummed a mournful chord
Days passed quietly
All those years kept coming back to me
Your laugh, your smile
Your long shopping, your unique style
All those times we spent together
Singing strange songs, giving questions no answers
You were a precious treasure
That I threw away, I'm not sure
If I could live with that guilt in mind
Surely, another reason I will find
But I can see no rationality
Why I grabbed my suitcases and came back naturally

And then I saw your face
I stopped in my tracks, from my fast pace
Everything slowed down, everything stilled
As I saw you, I felt my heart receive
That unconditional love you've felt
For so long, I let go and suddenly knelt
I felt tears were coming quickly
As you have embraced me truly and gently
I told you that I am sorry
I was sorry that I failed to see
All that suitcases you've filled with your tears
I realized you still loved me after all these years

And then I saw your faceI stopped in my tracks, from my fast paceEverything slowed down, everything stilledAs I saw you, I felt my heart receiveThat unconditional love you've feltFor so long, I let go and suddenly kneltI felt tears were coming qui...

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I wrote this a mere week after the last poem and now I feel like these two are connected. They both featured trains and suitcases, leaving and coming back. I think that these two poems are the continuation of the other and I don't know what to make of that.

This poem is one of the firsts in my current poem structure and I can't tell if that's a good thing or not.

So, what do you think? Comment below. :)

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