My wood-textured,
suitcase is packed;
filled in with socks,
shirts and pants,
folded around,
space saver.
Zipped with unease,
like a stomach on
thanksgiving or
some other excuse,
delighted by frozen
leftovers.
Friends and family
informed, calmly
reminded that I
choke at small talk,
the weather seldom
changes.
Pets handed to
trusted neighbors,
reluctance on both
smiling ends,
farewell-pats and
purrs.
Keys collected,
gripped for memories
until they leave
doleful marks,
the ever-lingering
final regrets.
©2008 =M-PlayC3ll
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