A to-do list

The time of adieu is set 

a couple of bags to pack

and some memories to collect

I look at my books on the rack

Pull out the favourite one

Rest lay aside and wait

For what was a choice to shun 

To be doomed seemed like a fate

Yearning was not a paradigm 

Mind had some role to play 

Weigh what was worth a dime

and what, a simple giveaway

Not the only obvious decision

With a choice to leave trailing

A part of myself in remission

Or to pack it along, bewailing

“Take charge!”, it said,

Knowing well it’s the right call

I flipped a coin, instead, 

to end the endless brawl

Enough stalled, the moment’s here

Look at the crease-free walls 

With the windows closed, and clear 

As if no photograph hung at all

Our goodbye remains due 

and I promise to move on, unless,

the knock on my door is you 

Ah! This is such a mess-

You didn’t show up, all vain,

But the battle I’ve won; don’t bother

‘Cause I know I will see you again

Maybe this side or the other.