Suitcase*

A little epistle
that need not be sent
it only reminds you
of how fast it went

I think this time
I’ll spin it a rhyme
its already quite depressing
the passing of time

You took me to the scene
of your submarine
he didn’t make it
it didn’t get far
the hills still mourn
the fallen Dakar

We went to the shop
that served coffee and tea
girls don’t like creepy–
you take it from me

its ok to admit it
it doesn’t make you a fiend
but that girl we checked out
was only fourteen

blurred images on a train
as the light bends
are even less fleeting
than time with friends

but how much I'll miss
that of bit bliss
when I first noticed
the dark curls
on the heads
of those soldier girls

*This was written as less of a serious poem and more as a way to preserve the memories of that trip.