lost pictures

I stumbled upon
an ancient cabinet
covered in dust
protected by cobwebs

I remembered it
from long ago
when you and i
were known as us

what is in your drawers
i asked the room
as if furniture heard
and answered

but it was silent and
only said in the way
that silent things talk
you know the way

come in to me
open me with your hands
as my lover used to say
the dusty answer came

inside you may find
images of happiness lost
pictures of what is gone
the dust motes danced

and so the cabinet
hiding its secrets
lost love, lost pictures
all closed to me