Suitcase Poem by Maya Hanson

Funny how I fell living from a suitcase,
compacted into inches of space
Maybe that's why our time was so short.

We were in between countries,
in between in love and strangers
Living on clouds and shards of promises.

Funny how I fell living from a suitcase,
but the footprint you left is
too big for a souvenir, I'm afraid
I'll have to leave it behind.

Funny how I can't get rid of the footprint,
it's followed me back home
These worlds aren't supposed to clash
but tonight I almost want them to,
I want to laugh and cry about you
since I can't forget.

Funny how I fell living from a suitcase,
but the promise you made is
too big for a souvenir, I'm afraid
you'll have to take it back.