Yours, My Closet Poem by James McLain

Yours is my closet, you are safe, dark, soft is my room.
The only one from which comes when I go off to then.
When you are made close, but then off to far away.
When never in it, I am sad, it makes me happy.
In the dark into the light every 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, I shared mine, I kept each secret memory.
And keeping thus my secrets deep inside you.
You don’t judge me whom when coming from me you are,
but from thus are beings born, starting 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 alone trapped inside.