Yellow Suitcase

The sweet and bitter life of a nomad

The Yellow Suitcase

It's time to leave
i shiver at the thought,
excitement or nostalgia, i do not yet know

my faded yellow suitcase hadn't gathered enough dust
a sweet companion you have been through all of my endeavors
your dark damaged corners carry the scars of my past
your used leather exterior wrinkled with time

i thought we'd meet again further down the way,
until a blue moon came calling for you again
how bittersweet and short this journey had been
it's time to pack you up
once again

slowly gathering evidence of our moments here
i leave the ones of our previous trips together
how distant seemed the objects i kept from past voyages
tokens i cherished, do not weigh as much as before 

they asked to settle, for a while at least,
or so I believed
what have i got to stay here for, when a whole world awaits
what have i got to stay here for, when they do not want us anymore

yet i pack them in you, old faithful friend
help me carry them until my heart is strong enough
to carry them for you

turn off the light, leave the keys behind, we know the drill, it remains unchanged
a bitter taste of melancholy lingers in my mouth
come devoted partner, let us not be bound to them,
anymore