post shock

photo by Louis Lander Deacon

You were holding an empty suitcase when you came back; you said you didn’t want your things anymore so you left them all back in new York. 
You bought the suitcase because you liked it and you wanted to give it to me. 
I opened the suitcase and I found a jar of marmalade. You told me to wait outside. 
You took the next plane to New York. 
I sat there and ate all the marmalade.

Michelle Morgan
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