Purpose
We used to shop
Side-by-side.
We didn't care how long it took.
Soon we became
Two blind mice,
With the same depot
And disparate courses,
who met at check-out.
Once I came upon
A vintage-looking suitcase
That I coveted.
Forest green,
with cognac-colored leather.
Sized perfectly
For an overhead compartment.
It didn't get a reaction
From you, who stood in line.
In three minutes of silent waiting,
I created a life for the suitcase,
which I'd pack
Full of bikinis
And gauzy cover-ups
For the romantic getaway
We kept putting off.
I put the small valise
In our hall closet.
I wouldn't use it. I'd wait.
The vacation wasn't coming
And that's why I stuffed that suitcase
When I left our home
For good.
-H.J.B.
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