I packed for love or so I thought, With truths I wore and the lies you brought. A threadbare trust in a dress of grace, Your smile tucked into the velvet case.
Hidden deep beneath the seams, Were ghosts that danced amongst my dreams. Each one a whisper soft and low, A secret you thought I'd never know.
A kiss that strayed, a veiled excuse, A promise made and then cut loose. You folded guilt in woven lies And tucked it snug under alibis.
They stir each time I try to sleep, A weight I carry, buried deep. They follow close, like silent hosts I'm bearing a suitcase full of ghost.
Now every step I feel the drag, the silent weight, like a tattered flag. No zipper shuts them in too tight, I'm haunted still by morning light.