I wake in the morning and all on my mind is packing,

Finding it all in the drawers I used,

Not leaving the charger of my laptop

in some forgotten corner,

Thinking of what time the plane will leave,

Of what the traffic will be like,

Of time for breakfast for not.


This last day,

Instead of relaxing and reflecting on the vacation together,

Of time in the Bistro,

Walking the streets,

Visiting the Cathedral,

Or admiring the view,

I have already left.

So packing will be relegated to

The last minute,

And packed away in its proper place.

A small exercise on my journey,

Essential but irrelevant in the grand scheme.

Never to dominate or control my day again.


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