baggage

the other half of what i know

is the right thing

it is the memory of love

a forever bridge

that begins in a red sky morning

and travels its course

meeting darkness

and moonglow by turns

and with all the hues

of its map and sky and hours

it is moving forward

carrying what matters…

leaving behind what should no longer

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