I have a new obsession,
and my hands won’t cease their shake,
i am in my closet –looking for regrets,
but atop each set of bones is prettily perched a face.
My newest madness,
to dig through things i worked so hard to forget
and tell myself “how terribly you’ve suffered!”
but yet I’d do them all again.
There are shadows cast,
the skeletal outlines of the people in my past
grace the wall behind the empty hangars
and a set of old drapes.