The Skeleton in my cupboard
Rattled and made a ghastly sound.
The locks jammed and hinges rusting,
Guarding a treasure never to be found.
Of chocolate wrappers, cards, little hearts,
Of old love letters that are moth eaten.
Once pink but slowly fading pale
A fluffy bunny now weather beaten.
A book of poems that promised dreams,
Within the pages a dried rose it holds.
Broken Links of bracelets scattered
With each empty box a story unfolds.
A silver chain that adorned a pretty neck
A lock of hair in its engraved locket trapped.
Let the secret lie locked away forever,
Of unclaimed moments in reminiscence wrapped.