My backpack was my best friend
I shit you not
It lasted longer than lovers
Shared moments never mentioned to another soul
I was forced to finally bury it after moving to Nashville
With fresh dirt from the grave of another lover
My backpack accompanied me
To the jungles of Honduras
The sunlit nights of Finland
The tropical waters of Fiji
The warm embrace of the redwoods
Silent witness to racism in Australia
My backpack conversed with the Hare Krishnas
Traversed glaciers
Hiked volcanoes
Biked in the dead of winter and across barren desserts
Goodbye
Cradle of my heart
I'm still trying
To be happy for you
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