As a kid,
I thought wardrobes
really led people to Narnia

As a tenager,
it became a place
that held all the secrets
of seven minutes in heaven.

Now, it's just another
chaotic part of my life

Memories
yet to be sorted out,
Secrets still hidden deep in
like your shirts.

That leaves me believing
that wardrobe is
just a fancy name
for cemetery,
for memories and secrets.

You're the past I craved for.
The present I adore.
The future I want.
I love you.