What would you grab if we
had to leave the house in a hurry?
I know you – probably the toothpaste
or a tin opener, your Swiss knife
instead of photo albums, things I gave you
or framed pictures. Our letters.
What of me would you take with you
if we were to be separated by force?
Maybe you would make time to search but I doubt
that anything of me is to accompany you,
dragged through fire, water, gunfights,
while I probably shall find myself
carrying a trunk full of
almost forgotten moments of us
and all the way to whatever safety
not for a second letting it out of my sight.