Lost Luggage

I thought riding this carousel would be the beginning of our exploration together, you’d pick me up, noticing that I was yours, and we’d open up and relax in the hotel room.

I’m still circulating, still remembering the last thing you said to me before I was labelled and put in the darkness.

I was sure I’d see you again so I didn’t really worry. I’m full of you, you see. I was smug thinking you couldn’t possibly lose all of this. All of me. All what’s yours.

Finally! Warm hands pick me up but they don’t feel familiar, they throw me with vigour into a pile of other lost luggage.

I clattered against them and felt the unwanted sting of being forgotten.

My insides rattle and re-shift I can feel all of your hard work being undone, and for the first time, I don’t care.

These insides are mine now, I claim them. I’m the one that’s kept it all safe, I’m the one that’s turned up. I’m the one that… where are you?

(Nov 2024)