Its empty there, lying on the ground,
my heart now heavy because I know I have to go.

A one-way ticket to a foolish man’s doom,
that I, a fool no less, came to know.

With it’s empty future I must fill with the past,
with every relic of our poor choices made too fast.

So I throw in every shirt, pant, and shoe I own,
I can’t live today without her,
turning into a thousand tomorrow’s unknown.

I stare at my suitcase and realize the true meaning of it all,
to pack up moments and memories leaving quiet empty halls.

The halls that housed all those who said they’d never leave,
But with lies they took spared joy like emaciated thieves

People pack their whole lives and seal it with a zipper,
Oh but she—my life—if I could only take her.

But she took her suitcase to a place in which she’ll never come back,
And she took my heart with her so I begin to pack.

So now I’m packing my suitcase for you my sweetheart,
so we can finally live in a place where we’ll never be apart.

*(j.j)