Suitcase open—
              again.

Clothes folded tight,
    memories folded tighter.

Three days,
    three nights,
    each one shared,
    each one different,

    each leaving its mark.

We laughed,
   touched,
   talked—

   conversations that challenged,
                         shifted,
                 and reshaped us.

I learned things
   I didn't expect—

   about her,
   about me,
   about how far we've come…

   and how much is still left to discover.

But as I pack,
   there's one empty space:
   the sleep we didn't share—

   the quiet closeness of her breath,
   the warmth of arms tangled,
   the comfort of silence

   I wish we’d had just one more time.

And though leaving feels heavier each time,
   I smile softly knowing——
   there's always a next trip,
                  a next moment,

   a tomorrow we will both be counting down to.

And as I close this suitcase,
   I realize it's never
   just clothes and souvenirs
   I'm taking with me—

It’s us.

Carefully repacked…
   ready for the next time we unpack it all again.