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Suitcase in Wait

The suitcases are lined up along the wall; I’m just waiting for the phone to call.

It never rings or vibrates about; my memory simmers to figure it out.

You left me in such a brittle place; now I vaguely remember the smile, your face.

Days pass to seasons and dust has now gathered; to mingle and stack upon what never did matter.

You made a promise you couldn’t keep, yet the memory of you still haunts my sleep.

The clock ticks on to soothe my soul; time has sewn my heart to whole.

I’ve unpacked all the cases now; looking back I often wonder how.

How did I come from there to this?

Minus caress or even a kiss.

No matter as the curtain has opened and made me realize I needed you then.

With those thin walls and open beams; God brought an Angel for long-forgotten dreams.

Scores are no longer kept to know; for I am suited to the cottage and crow.

Feathers of wonder appear in an unusual place; today I’ll continue and no longer chase.

Love remains a ghost of memory, and I shall break the chain to free.

Why you’ve haunted me for so long; it must’ve been the choice of song.

I’ve grown new bones to make me stronger, and I shall live a bit more longer.

Cindy J. Buechlerhttps://creativejeanblossoming.wordpress.com/
My Poetry, Photography, and Journals hold treasure from grade school to high school to adult school, which I'm still attending ... just waiting for the final grade. Each layer of life reveals a new truth and with age, it becomes apparent that time is my greatest rival. My hope is to reflect with words and pictures that offer comfort, insight, and wisdom for a life well-lived with peace and tranquility in the end.

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