Suitcase

Revised based on input from the Poet's Workshop
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He watched as she took her suitcase down the stairs
It bulged with her last-minute possessions,
But she didn't seem to struggle with it.
She continued down the flight of stairs
Her left hand on the handle on the top
Her right hand on the side;
She bore the weight against her right hip
Using the railing to maintain balance and control.

She looked up at him
From his perch, he could see her tears.
He couldn't understand why was she crying now.
She had gotten everything she wanted -
The movers packed up all the things that were hers,
Most of the things that were theirs and his bed;
Only the computer and his clothes remained.
She had it easy
She got to move on
He had to start over.

She wheeled her suitcase to her car
He watched from the balcony of the empty apartment
She willed herself not to turn around
He didn't see her lose that battle
He had already gone back inside.