On my to-do list
there is always one thing
that remains untouched.
Clean Your Closet.
It arrives underlined,
sometimes twice,
so it knows I mean business.
The task is simple
and impossible
at the same time.
I tell myself I will do it tomorrow.
But tomorrow arrives carrying yesterday on its back,
and suddenly the list grows wings.
The pillows look comfortable.
The sofa looks like it’s ready to hold something important.
The mess doesn’t seem messy at all.
And if you squint just right
and shut the door,
everything feels… acceptable.
That’s the one thing
that never gets crossed away.
I’ve tried.
I really have.
But every time I get close,
life adds another line
in smaller handwriting—
sometimes in cursive,
as if it’s whispering.
So I’ve decided
that maybe this one
isn’t meant to be done.
Maybe it’s there
to remind me
to leave room
for tomorrow
to surprise me.
And that feels like
a pretty good thing
to keep undone.
It stays there, gently waiting,
while I go on living—
and that, I think,
is exactly what it was written for.
I am meant to arrive someday—
just not by emptying the closet first.
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