when your suitcase is always in view.
even though the time commitment is longer than most,
you are not home here.
we are wandering this world together and apart.
something heavy and unspoken hangs over our heads
but lifts us up at the same time.
living for the moment is quite easy here.
every step forward, every clear-headed breath in.
your suitcase sits in dust from the months of it's inactive life.
but it is soon to come alive again. homeward bound.
is this scary for me? yes and no.
i live in a world of instant hellos and goodbyes.
but i wouldn't change it for anything.
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