we forget something.
we always do.
we stand at the door and look
around
the room
before we close it and hit
the open
road.
before
we catch the long train
away
from home.
but what is it?
what aren't we taking with us
that we'll need?
something. something.
we'll remember later
though
when
we arrive at the station
and the rain begins.
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