The Suitcase

Suitcase

I know that you’re leaving,

You’re going away,

And I know,

I’m dreaming,

That I can convince you to stay.

 

Your suitcase on the floor,

Packed with a few clothes,

And yet to be made memories,

To never be fulfilled,

When you walk out that door.

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