Skeletons

As you opened the cabinet door,

a cascade,

a falling out,

a jolt to my heart,

a feeling,

knowing.

All the things,

entropy,

disorder,

masked in cabinetry

closed in closet doors.

Surface level,

facade,

an internal collection,

waiting for your attention,

your touch,

your tender thought,

longing for a sense of care,

an organization,

that only you can provide…

within your own heart,

to yourself,

for yourself.

I am not an item in your cabinet,

lost in your closet,

amongst the unrest.