overpacked

~ Narinda

i’m carrying things
i should have left

at home or on the side of the road
or buried beneath a pretty tree

in the ocean or the desert
or the forest or on concrete

and yet here they are

i am eight
thousand miles away

here you are
still inside me

3 thoughts on “overpacked”

    1. I like to think that with time, the things we carry become less heavy, a part of us, so that we don’t think about them any more than we think about the weight of our lungs.

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