Here we are again old friend.
Zip, Ziiiiiip, Zip.
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Remember when I filled you up?
Everything was neat and so tidy?
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Then after days and days of sun
the contents beginning to ruffle, bursting to life
as time goes on.
With each open and close.
His and hers
becomes them and theirs.
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Memories amongst the folds
on top.
Somehow evermore fuller with each passing hour.
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The contents you hold
become the stories we have.
Thank you once again dear suitcase
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Your presence fills the cracks
the train tracks
connecting us between time.