By Nina Miglio
She walked into my life with many suitcases of misery and helplessness
“Let me help you” I’d say,
“Lets see how I can help and fix this” I’d say
But then I’d remember that I had suitcases left in my closet
Ones I haven’t dared to open in
years
We were drawn to each other
But the closer we got, the more suitcases blocked us
Taller
and taller
At the end of the night, we were both standing there not knowing how to “pack lightly.”
