The suitcase

It's morning. I am wide awake-
No dreams tonight. Nothing to waste.
Coffee is spilled on snow white sheets-
Its bitterness no more I'll taste.

My hopes have vanished- and my tears.
It's like I'm not myself today.
My eyes are glowing- with cold heart.
And future is in bright dismay.

They say I need to hurry best.
To catch the train they are all in..
But what for? If in crowd of friends
Even with light, I wont find him.

Should I retrieve the memories?
They will hurt me again and more!...
So I pack my dark-blue suitcase
To find the way out of this sore.