Portable You
July, 2006
I’m packing
parts of life away,
Taking them
along. My whirling world,
My searching
soul, you and your eyelashes.
That’s what
I’m taking.
I memorized
your touch and smile.
I drank it in
like wine.
The sweetness
of your smell
I
disassembled
like a desk.
The letters,
the comfort
I crumpled
And tucked in
the corner
of my trunk,
like a soft,
favorite,
worn shirt.
The words you
said,
the whispery
way in which you said them,
I twined
together, to be tasted
two by two or
five by three.
No room for
jackets, Browning, Bronte, or
my favorite
sandals.
I’ve kept my
keepsakes for myself,
My wishes for
my wants.
Farewell and
fast but not forever.
I didn’t plan
on this,
This you.
Not losing
love but leaving.
Didn’t count
on this good-bye.
I’ll hold the
hugs within my heart
Carry kisses
in my case.
You’ll follow
me, I’m saving you,
I need you or
I’ll break.
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