Leather Suitcase

You packed your mind in a leather suitcase,
leaving for vacantstare city.
Your head convalesces in the night sky
drenched in the indefinite.
Eyes gleaming starlight,
with Saturn behind your tongue.
Leaving pain behind makeshift flood barriers,
built up with the skin
of a homemade patch-work heart.
With the turn of pages in a weathered book,
your past is nowhere to be found.
Contently indifferent among the unwanted;
know now that you’ll join it one day soon.
Different frowns flaunt themselves
in front of you daily, offering help.
Breezily you try to slice that proposal open
with the blunt knife of rejection.
Don't travel away, there is something
to be said for pushing through.
I need you here, put down
your leather suitcase.
You cannot slice me open,
I can't bleed anymore.