A simple closet door
So it appears to be
But if you peer inside
Filled hangers you will see
With memories intact
All lined up in a row
Hidden in the fabric
The scent of tears, you know
Youthful smells of wishes
Of dearest heartfelt pain
Closet of true beauty
Where love has left its stain
Needed to open my eyes (and my heart) today.Thanks for reminding me that I live in a world where visiting a closet can be meaningful. -Jennifer
Glad to remind you. 🙂
Some doors when re-opened bring tears to the heart.
True, Charles. Very true.