Heads or Tails

Stay or leave. The question hung there

like something I had to choose.

So I didn't. I took a dime

from yesterday's coat and let it fall.

It landed on leave.

I left. Nothing happened.

The world didn't shift. My desk

was still there waiting for Monday.

The choice was already made

and nobody died.

But now I think about it

every time I'm stuck between two things.

The ordinary dime, the ordinary air,

the way I gave it all up to chance

and chance said yes.

What if it had said stay?

Would I still be there, pressing keys,

waiting for something else to decide me?

I carry the dime now.

Not because it's lucky—

it's not.

But because it proved

that I don't have to carry

all the weight of choosing.

Sometimes the universe flips a coin too.

Sometimes it doesn't care

which side I land on.

And there's something like freedom in that,

or something like surrender,

and I can't tell them apart anymore.