The Things That Stayed - Things that remain behind when someone leaves this world.
This is a poem I wrote today because I needed a suitcase for a trip and there was my moms suitcase, I opened it thinking no big deal I'll just move the stuff out and pack in my own, but immediately broke down. For months I have been finding things that I haven't fully unpacked since our time in the hospital with my mom. It's just stuff, but it's unpacking more out of me than the items themselves. Every now and again I find your things Something new to unpack The other day, a backpack, laid dormant since the nights I sat by your hospital bed Medicine from the cold I had made my heart run cold to remember. Your suitcase - straight off the plane. ✈️ You planned to stay. Within a week, You were gone from this plane. Boots you never got to wear. Medicine that was supposed to make you well. Loose change you'll never spend, or throw into a jar to collect. Supplements that promised support Can't save you now. A shirt I lent you, but ...