The Bags We Never Unpack

In corners of rooms and hearts they stay,

The bags we left from yesterday—

With names, and scars, and shirts that smell,

Of things we swore we’d never tell

Each zipper hides a piece of grief,

A ticket stub, a broken leaf

A photo faded from the sun,

A fight we lost, a race we run

We carry them from place to place,

Smiling through their quiet weight

“They’re just old things,” we sometimes say,

But oh, they haunt us every day

They’re filled with words we meant to send,

Letters that had no one to end

The truths we swallowed, dreams we faked,

And promises we should not have made

Still, once in silence they call us back,

Those heavy, quiet, unzipped sacks

We never cried, we never screamed—

Just packed it all and never cleaned

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