2 Carry-on's

I'll be leaving soon, on a jet plane, and I cant take you with me. But thats not to say I havent tried. There is simply no more room in my luggage to fit you and our past inside.
This jet plane only allows two carry-on's: My present and my possibilities. And between me and you, its my future that's too big for these medium-sized bags. See traveling is something we had planned to do, 50/50; pack light, just write, and only leave the room involuntarily. But you missed the plane, missed the plan, and soon, I'll be leaving. Solo and excess baggage-free.
Im off to see the world from a me point of view. Everything I need is in these two bags, more C sans you. Sans Pariasian tables for two, and dual his-and-her towels; scratch the couples retreat, and the midnight love sounds. Oh, the sexy days of we...
My luggage is stuffed and Im not tryin to pay the extra fee to include you and our dirty drama in the plans Ive planned for me. Im going to get the best rooms because for me, I can afford it. Stay in Hong Kong or Rome, drink fine teas and roam, all because I adore it. I look forward to this but, you'd never be for it. Bohemian swag is not your thing after all....
I'll be leaving soon, and really, I cant take you with me. All those sexy days of we have finally produced an ending...let your closure mend me. I came from feelin so empty to now, forgiving myself for wasting time sniffling...and crying over the past and the baggage I cant take into forever. I need to find that place when I was happier then ever-I feel it nearing. But it's not to say I didnt try.