Love Poem: The Packing of a Suitcase

The Packing of a Suitcase

Thus packed, my simple case

               What love, lost, does displace

Clothes and dreams and needs

               The waste of passion's deeds

And folded with my shirts

               The remnants of your hurts

Still left, such ample room

               (Enough to be my tomb)

Though it can never hold

               My tattered heart ... now cold.

~ 2nd Place ~  in the "It's A Shorty" Poetry Contest, Deborah Guenther Beachboard, Sponsor.