i tucked my life into a suitcase,
shirts still holding the shape of my hangers,
memories tucked between zippers.
the floor creaked like it knew,
but no one else did.
no note.
no goodbye.
just the soft click of the door
closing behind me,
like a breath held too long.
the morning was gray,
grass still full of dew,
and the silence
finally had a chance to speak.
the car started up,
a slow cry as if
it was pleading for me to stay-
to at least tell them my thoughts.
goodbye would have hurt too much-
made me second guess
and likely stay.
the road is smooth,
humming as the adventure begins.
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