R I P little red rucksack

utterly lost without it.

my companion in many adventures. through ups and downs. without it, well. i'm just not myself.
it was my last connection. the zipper was broken but it had some mileage yet.


Pictures hanging in a hallway
And the fragment of a song
Half-remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong?
When you knew that it was over
You were suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the colour of ............