Poetry I'll Never Let Anyone Read

Haunted

I have an old dresser

in the corner of my room

that sits and collects 

the dust of memories 

that should have been made.

My clothes lay in piles on the floor

and the dresser remains empty,

full of promises unfulfilled

and a life that I will never call mine.

I leave the drawers shut to drown out

the noise and quiet the ghost

of who I may have been,

but she still taunts me with

a happiness that makes me ache.

I could wipe the dust away,

fill the drawers with new memories,

and make space for someone else,

but you would be gone,

and I'd have to admit that you left.