A Strange Journey

A Strange Journey/Michael Kwack

Entering a souvenir store on the road, 
I realized I’d lost my luggage.

The wallet was well kept in my back pocket; 
​But money for the remaining days,
And passport, business card, party clothes, etc.,
All were in that suitcase I'd lost.

I didn't remember
Which roads I'd been walking along,
And at which store I'd let go of my trunk.

I turned around aimlessly, running backward,
Randomly in any direction in fact,          
Starting to drop by every store at sight.

You remember
When I was here
You saw
My bag
And all the stuff therein
I showed you boastingly.

I murmured weakly into the air,
And they shook heads, with no expressions.

Through such hopeless, warmthless streets,
I was going on a strange journey,
Roving to search for my lost footprints.


◄ The Flower One Day


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