The closet

When the heart makes its escape

from the closet of its life

it leaves no jacket, hat, or shoes

to speak of its existence.

The door now stands ajar

like a challenge to the brave

to step over the threshold

into that empty space.

And they stand like you and I

uncertain what to do

because the dark of the unknown

always terrifies.

But not to worry, no, no, no,

‘tis just a closet empty, dark,

with nothing left behind to speak

as the heart once surely did.

And the brave, yes, the brave

venture nearer, nearer, in

and suddenly the door bangs closed

and keeps them there confined.

When the brave in darkness terrified

‘tis just a moment, year, lifetime,

before heart again opens doors

and the brave, yes, the brave

must simply wait and be

patient in the closet

of life without a heart!