There, next to the bed, where we used to sleep,
Two wooden doors,
I open each of them.
Clothes are everywhere,
Faded sweaters, shards of Oreos and old shirts that litter the space.
You may see a closet,
Yet I see him.
Silky grey long sleeves,
Oreo shakes at Burger King,
He holds the door open for me,
I smile and take his hand in mine,
Our first picture together,
Summer ending,
The school year starting with him.
Little pink flowers,
Dainty strings tied around my neck.
You may see a swimsuit,
Yet I feel his strong but gentle hands tying the strings.
Moonlight with shooting stars,
I hear wolves howling from across the lake,
My friends are swimming in the distance,
While I am laying on the beach next to him.
I see the first I love you.
Soft dark cloth resting in my hands,
You may see a t-shirt,
Yet I see tears falling onto the pavement.
Tearing our pictures in half,
Throwing your favorite t-shirt away,
Calling my mom while choking on tears,
Our life together ending,
I see him with her.
Olive green with buttons and pockets,
You may see a tank top,
Yet I see walking down the halls without him,
Gossipers in the hallway,
I feel the tears burning my eyes,
I run into her,
I see her holding his hand.
You may see faded sweaters, shards of Oreos and old shirts that litter the space,
Yet I see him in everything I put on,
This closet isn't just a closet,
It's everything I had,
With him.
