What I'd Bring With Me

March 25, 2016

Alone.

Stranded.

Nothing but one.

An object, but what to choose?

A book, Photo, Or phone?

What can I leave?

What can I let go?

For I can only have one,

before I'm gone.

How does one choose?

Is it for myself,

my friends,

or my family?

I will be alone.

But, I could have my phone.

My memory will remember there faces.

So do I bring that photo?

Or do I choose the book?

My favorite story and friend.

For which do I bring?

And what do I leave

I the end time will get you,

The phone breaks,

The photo rips.

The book becomes unbound.

But my memory will fade,

so their faces will leave me.

In the end I bring the photo of my family

For the happy times,

the sad, and the ones filled with anger.

So that I can be with them in my dreams,

see their faces along with me.

Because my family is ultimately part of me.

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