when you go

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.

The End

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