10/10/10

Suitcases
By Neeti Vashi


I came home to suitcases,

Packed and waiting at the door.

You sat with your head in your hands.

I can’t go on, you said,

I can’t do this anymore.

And so I watched you,

Walk down the front steps,

Trailing your bags like a burden behind you.

I stood there, watching you start your car

Waiting for a glance in your rearview mirror,

But none came.

Your mind was made up.

And as much as I could have tried

To convince you to stay,

Nobody likes to unpack.


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I'm an 18 year old university student studying science. I love writing - have been doing it for as long as I can remember - and use it as an outlet for the emotions that don't carry out as well through speech. :)