Our life together ended in a briefcase.
A suitcase began a chapter of my new life.
The world has turned into my harshest teacher.
Every strife and struggle cut me like a knife.
Ate up every lesson, like a good consumer.
Paid every price. No Credit. No returns.
I made myself new friends on the social coronet.
They teach me daily how to heal the burns.
Tossed myself into the world with such intense force.
I just knew the time to go was coming fast.
The gardner’d left the flowers wilting in the nursery.
What more proof’d I need the magic would not last?
Did you know that freedom has its own aroma?
The smell wrapped itself around me like a cloak.
That dying garden was a pungent messenger.
Why would I stay when my heart had long since broke?
New life began that day inside the briefcase.
The suitcase carried hope of love and light.
With no regrets, I’ve traveled such a long way.
My garden’s growing well and tended right.
DizzyDezzi (c) 2016
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