once worn

I can smell
the past in these clothes
hanging

in the far closet, the one
least used.

a white shirt and tie of indigo,
black shoes.

a once worn wedding suit.

I sense
the loneliness of these
things

no longer wanted, no
longer used.

collecting dust.

there are no good memories

in this dark
closet.
today is as good as day
as any

to empty it, to scour
then paint it bright

with any color
I wish to choose.