Half-Packed Suitcase

There's a half-packed suitcase by the door. Shoes on the rug like they've been there before. Ticket on the table, name half written pen. Don't know where I'm going or if I'll try Again. The light's still on in the hallway glow. Shadows are moving, but they don't wanna go. I fold up a shirt, then unfold it slow. How do you leave what you still don't know? Half-packed suitcase, half of my mind. One foot ready, one left behind. No goodbye letter, no clear plan. Just the silence and a shaking Hand. The zipper sticks where it always did, Like it knows the things I tried to keep Hid. Old photos fall like a quiet cry. I tell myself I'll leave, but not tonight. Some doors stay open not 'cause they should, But 'cause we're scared to close them for good. And every mile that I never took Still waits for me in every look. Half-packed suitcase, half of my mind. One foot ready, one left behind. No goodbye letter, no clear plan. Just the silence and a shaking Hand.