Good bye

Packing—
I do it too much,
A concept yet an idea of stuffing.
In my suit case that’s over flowing.

Packing—
My flickering lights that are now in a ball that I shared memories underneath because I know I’ll miss them.

Packing—
A bag full of memories from crazy nights that I put away in my room.

Packing—
Taking the everyday clothing and putting them in between my diaries that I’ve written about my experiences that are out of the ordinary.

Packing—

I put my scrap book in my suit case that I’ve covered in tears and I can’t stop reaching for.

Moving—
A place I call home that I will no longer call mine in 46 hours,
With it I bring the items and long lost adventures with me.
       
                                            -Kiera Potter