she takes
her shoes, her blouse, folds
it,
places
them into a small
suitcase.
a tag from united airlines
hangs old
on the handle.
she neatly sets her
jeans inside.
her
toothbrush,
her make up.
her jewelry, most of which
was given to
her by other men
than me.
and that's just part
of the reason
she needs
to leave.
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