I've picked the pieces of my love from your skin
Carefully stitched them together and rolled them up
To neatly place inside my suitcase
To use on someone somewhere else.

I've packed the clothes that are stained with the scent of our lives
To join me at a sickening altitude until I am home
Where I will wash and scrub away the smell of you
Until I can bear to wear them without feeling unclean.

I've bundled up the good memories and set them aside
So that the bad won't taint them when I can finally remember this calmly
Meticulously pushing them into the last of this suitcase's space
And sitting on it to zip it tightly away, separated from me.

There is a lot that will be going home with me
I hope I take enough to leave a scar the same shape as me
I hope I will hope that wound closes for you
When I've been gone long enough to wish you well.