remnants of a life

whose destination is uncertain...

a suitcase to the future

a drawer to the present

a box to the past...

folded, for the moment

yet, the desire is still there

to be tossed, recklessly

packed tightly

to be going somewhere...

gripped with the fear

of remaining folded

unused, packed away, forgotten

to dream of being unfolded

becoming someone's favorite

to be new, and fresh

a treasure for the taking

a new discovery

waiting for the crease

to go away....