Your Closet Poem by James McLain

Your closet is your dark soft is my room.
The only one I go to when,
you are to close but then to far away.
When in it, I am sad, it makes me happy.
Every single night,
sometimes in the heat, each cloudy day.
Talking to the walls, I feel you sometimes there.
Talking to me when you aren't there at all.
Your smell on all your cloths finishes this story.
Your closet full of them, it is and yes.
And l closer to the truth and you are then.
Comfortable is your coat, wrapped all about me.
You remember your my everything, about me.
You share my, kept each secret memory.
And keeping thus my secrets deep inside of you.
You don’t judge me for whom you are, but beings even.
And accept me for who you are, here is where I am.
You know me well and fast becoming.
You are always where I need you
And you have never left me there inside, all alone.