When I open all my extra baggage
I find that the cases are empty.
Sure I can tell what used to
be there, little scraps of this
and little scraps of that
bits of yarn from long ago,
from long gone cookies, used gum.
Things that really don't matter.
Things that disappeared
faster than they ever arrived.
I was certain that my cases
were full of extra items,
items that I needed to sort through
memories that I wanted to cherish
and decide their fate but I am wrong.
The only thing left for me to do
is get rid of the baggage itself.
The only extra baggage I have
are the bags themselves,
empty save for the
odd useless tidbit.