Stars in a Suitcase

A forgotten suitcase breathes.
House dust, suspended time.
Memory sows small stars here.
Every label is a small constellation.
Paris, sea, kitchen laughter.
Open, the fragrance of paper lights up.
Stars germinate among buttons and fabric.
Memory guides those returning home, aimless.
A sky that is born in a corner of the room.
When the suitcase touches itself, the world expands.
The night makes its way and the day answers.
Remaining stars, a journey that never ends.