Drawer
I have a drawer
I’m afraid to use
dust gathers on it, the entire
stretch of carpet around it is
preserved
from when you were here
your things are still in it
attached to giggling memory
I can’t let go but keep
shut, as best I can
I don’t really want them gone
I’d rather go
or better yet, you add to it
again
in absence of that
it’s a drawer unused by me
and nothing but a tomb to you
