softer voices

i used to have this red suitcase, it kept all my clothes. i think i still have the suitcase but none of the clothes but sometimes i think of them, i think they must be somewhere. i used to take the suitcase everywhere, well everywhere i went, because i never knew where i was going. i have been many places with it, missed many buses with it, walked many miles with it. it has varied in weight and content and so have i and it has carried it all and so have i. now i have a room and a closet and i organize things by color. now i read books and clean the drain and encourage softer voices because it gets later earlier. because i am early more. but still i think of the suitcase, it carried me when i could carry no more and i carry it no more but sometimes i think of the clothes. i think they must be somewhere.