Title: Flight
Bags packed, hands interlocked
The weight we feel is love
Carried upon our shoulders
Hugs in the shower
Peppermint kisses
Wrapped up in the bag of toiletries. Next to the socks
Are pairs of egos pleated with arguments
Neatly folded apologies and make up sex
Forgiveness in the carryon
I like to keep 100mls of patience in the
Side pocket with the leather strap,
A little goes a long way.
And for each day, a bright smile
To change as frequent as underwear.
All we’ll need are the things we carry.
