I am a closet
Just a hole carved
into a wall

Mostly ignored
often used
quite abused at times

Children play
in my depths
Hide and seek galore

Teenagers abuse me
hiding forbidden things
and tears of angst

Within my depths
items long forgotten
A prom dress and matching shoes

Maternity tops,
Halloween costumes,
boxes of photos and photos and moreo

Atop a shelf in the very back
a album thick with dust
carries pictures only of our time as us