And I have no thing when you are no longer here
the children are silent
the dog, muffled
even the sun seems somehow listless and hesitant
the moon hides her face
too ashamed to peek between the clouds
birds cease their singing
the breeze is muted.
you are journeying distant lands
seeing new sights
while my sight becomes ever dimmer
the more I look into the space where you are not
it is as if my soul too has departed
slipped inside your red suitcase
to keep you safe
while I remain empty
until you return
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