unpacking

The last lines are amazing 😀

Etches of Ink and Light

the old friend comes
helps unpack
fold by fold
decades stacked in cases
smelling of mothballs
until there’s nothing
left to pack again
and in one evening i learn
to depart without arriving

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I feel all alone sometimes
like I couldn’t have done better

I feel my openness and niceness

elicits an illicit response; like poison vine strangling the branch

I wanna slash it off with scissors and swords

and a shield like a rosary – transformed to the comet of yore.