Travelling light

The big red suitcase

Lying open on the bed

Isn’t that the one 

We’ve taken 

on countless holidays

Packed it with

Love and laughter

Crammed it 

full of memories

Spilling out joyously

Wheeled it through 

Innumerable years

Of togetherness

Thrown it thoughtlessy

Infinite times

On the conveyer belt

Of life

Nicked and scratched

Dented and taped

And yet trundling

Through on rusty wheels

Now it is

full of clothes

Piled askew

Are we finally 

Going somewhere again

A surprise trip

Down a well-traversed road

To revisit happier times

But all I see

are shirts and trousers,

Coats and ties

Dress shoes, black socks

Not the usual

Shorts and tees

slippers and sunscreen

And there’s no space

For my things

Do you not mean

To take me along

I get my answer when
You shut it with

A resounding click

That rings in my ears

And wheel it out

Leaving me behind

like lost luggage

you don't want to find

Or excess baggage

you want to shed

Ilyanna Kreske

Aug 26, 2013

MODERATOR PICK on Poets of G+
I am selecting this poem for three reasons:
1) beautifully wrought metaphor
2) great storytelling
3) delightful use of language and vocabulary

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