Luggage Letter

daryll

You said it.
And sometimes, it's not even the thought of the plane ride, or actually boarding the plane, or going back to manila and the apartment waiting, dank and empty, and messy.
Sometimes, it's as simple as the sound of the zipper of the bag you're carying home (or away from it), saying:

"Yes, again.
We are leaving.
And there is nothing we can do about it.
For now, because the dates have been set.
And people are waiting.
And it would be a terrible, terrible lack of manners
if you disappeared.
Or you decided not to leave.
If you chose to stay."

Zip.

Sometimes, the most painful, irremediable things
are the most quick, the most decisive,
the most inconsolable.