in the cabinet

Poetry by | September 6, 2015

I found your brown jacket in the cabinet
It smelled of mothballs, cockroaches, and grime
I remembered, you have not let me washed it
It was too dirty, you said. Then, you
Hung it in the cabinet despite the dirt
I took it off from where it was, checking
The pockets, maybe, for some letters you might
Have written before you
Left. Empty. I folded it
In my arms the way you would
Have me do with your jacket
And placed it back inside
But this time, I will also replace
your old clothes and
the feelings you
never tried to unfold.

Teresa “Maymay” Mundiz graduated with the degree in Creative Writing from UP Mindanao. She writes whenever the ‘urge’ comes.

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