The Luggage Wasnt That Expensive Poem by I AM THAT MOUSE

i dropped my bags at the gates and walked away.
i know he's waiting in the terminal to see my face in the crowd
but i'm not coming.

my luggage held my heart, my pride, and my discontent.
and they will arrive on time...on the red eye to buffalo new york
but i'm not coming.

i can see the expression on his face as he waits for me
i don't see a smile, i don't see wide eyes, i don't see his heart on his sleeve
that's why i'm not coming.

and he can keep my bags.