A Few Drawers Less

It is an odd thing,
Finding a drawer, every now and then,
empty.

Do they leak? Do things evaporate?
Are there thieves?
Does it matter?

You are better off
with a few drawers
empty.

About this poem

Age has a way of healing pain (at least for some of us) until the stuff you carried around for so long, is largely gone. Or a poem about being forgetful and losing things. (also me sometimes). Poetry is never about one thing.

The photograph was taken in an antique shop in Cambridge, NY.

Tom