Recently, my friend just had a coming out of the closet party, and another one of my friends confessed to a crush. But if I was dramatic and come to conclusions without evidence, I say unrequeited love. So I wrote this poem for those stuck in a closet (mentally and physically) and those who are experienceing unrequeited love. And because I want to put a spin on things and never have been in a mental closet, I am writing this post from inside an actual closet/wardrobe. I realise that it’s not the same, but still, it’s much easier to visualise. And the weather is misty so…
I see it/you
Always on the edge
Clouded by mist
Lighted by twilight
I’m longing
For the emptiness
And nothing
To go away
Moonlight and frost
Bite as I try to follow
So I watch
In silence
And I wait
And wait
Waiting from
Inside a closet
