No Luggage Space
the knock was heard twice
and liking questions he asked
'someone at the door?'
the sound came again
this time from somewhere closer
and he said 'hello?'
there was no answer
just another knock nearer
he quizzed 'the back stair?'
was it death he thought
holding a smile and dreaming
he asked 'friend or foe?'
came the voice 'neither
i am not of this world
'but another view'
'how well you did live
love and learn to let it go
is what matters most'
'not to me but you
because you are the luggage
nothing more to take'
stan sand
Copyright © Sand Blown | Year Posted 2019
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