The last lines are amazing 😀
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
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.
