Room With A View

I left a few things behind

Will you pack those for me?

Devices I can’t live without

Hand-held, and the one on the shelf

My bottle of perfume

Cheek and lip stains

A bunch of keys

You never knew

Where they led

I’ve carried the credit cards

You may chuck out the rest

-Stale memories

I’d rather live without

-Hollowness of dreams

I prefer action plans

-A battered mind with bruises

I’ve grown new wings

I left a few things behind

Give it a name

When you pack the parcel for me