The Suitcase

Stepping off a train

Clutching your suitcase

With white knuckles

Because it’s all you have in the world

 

This is like that

Only, my suitcase is full of words

And though they aren’t all I have

They are most precious to me

I hug them to my chest

So they can feel the heart beat

That gave them life

 

I hesitate

Nervous anticipation

My fingers hovering over the clasp

Of my priceless suitcase

Because opening it in front of someone

Is terrifying

 

People will stare at me

Who knows what they’ll say

Perhaps they will say nothing at all

Some won’t even look

They won’t see me

And I’ll sit on the floor

Of the crowded station

With my words

Scattered across the floor

For anyone to step on

With their stiletto heels

And pass by

Without a glance

Without a word

 

And I’ll wait for that someone

Who stops

And looks at the words

Their head cocked to one side

Trying to read

My hideous handwriting

And understand

My scattered thoughts

 

That someone who drops down

To gather them in their arms

And looks at me

With eyes that finally

Understand