Suitcase, Just the Way You Are
Cynthia Zhang
Written on March 27, 2016

Suitcase, Just the Way You Are

I don’t remember

It’s four years or seven years…

It feels like four years,

Sometimes seven years.

For seven years,

Dust has collected

On that suitcase

Standing in the corner

Of my bedroom.

I once carried that suitcase

The other end of the globe

Where my daughter is

And dragged it back.

I believe it was seven years ago.

Since then,

I’ve been looking at that suitcase

Growing so big…

And heavy.

For four years,

I have longed to see my daughter

At the door

Carrying her suitcase.

A suitcase in her hand

Should shrink as my thought of her

Should bring wings to her shoulders.

I heard a knock on the door…

I opened the door and looked to the right.

No one.

I looked to the left.

There she is,

With a suitcase so small

In her healthy hand and smile…