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