Her suitcase

Her suitcase

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Her suitcase.
On unzipping her 
suitcase of thoughts
I found....
letters of memories;
lovers past.
But of me
Empty!
Case closed.

© 2015 andrew mitchell


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B
Lol
Its funny its like seeing a ghost
you are like hell no
and you shut that case
but hearts hide so much

why didnt you ever ask why her suitcase ended up at yours ?
You must be somewhere in a hidden pocket

She is just cheeky lol

Posted 10 Years Ago


oh shame .... perhaps it's you she keeps closest to her heart and therefore share's with not a single soul ;)

very smart X

Posted 10 Years Ago


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dan
Learning that you didn't make the highlight reel in a love's hit parade can be a sobering and stunning realization. A feeling of being really small can follow. A clever idea on which to base a write and you execute the piece masterfully. Very nice! take care...dan

Posted 10 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

10 Years Ago

Thank you Dan I shall follow your other writes soon
sometimes there is no room for certain belongings...and with what she brings with her, we find out just how unimportant we actually were.

Posted 10 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

10 Years Ago

How true Thank you for your words, Jacob

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andrew mitchell

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