the other room is hers

the other room
is
hers.
the secret
place
where doors close,
where shutters swing tight
into darkness,
the dry wet weeds
of hidden
things.
mementos of past loves.
the closet dark and forbidden,
the drawers
locked
tight.
the bags
and bags all bundled shut.
what lies
beneath the layers
of this world.
these layers of sediment
and guilt,
this shadow world of
yesterdays.
who is she.
what have I not seen,
what is there
to this person
who sleeps beside me
that I don't already know
or don't want to know.
the other room is hers.