when you leave this place,
what will you take?
What importance will you stuff inside your suitcase?
Will you take the memories, the sweetest moments of life,
or leave them behind
for the melancholy nostalgia they imply.
Will you bring still frames of smiles, of laughter, of joy
will you carry an image of a heart broken boy,
left in the dust counting your footsteps away,
swallowing tears so you don't see him break.