souvenirs of a past life

my skeletons aren’t in a closet
but in a suitcase
carried with me
everywhere i go
and i never feel alone
i have the company
of my mistakes

home is where the hope is
and when it’s not here anymore
then i leave
walk away from that version of me
the one going
different than the one that stays
in this way
i’ve lived and 
i’ve died
many times
ghosts of me
walk these streets
and I’m the one
haunting me

we all live
with the risks we take
their consequences
like souvenirs
i collect them
to remember
the courage i once had