You keep me in a corner
By the door
Or on a hook on the wall
Next to the door,
Or worse,
Cramped in a dark closet
Where I collect dust;
Closed and shut-in
Unnoticed and unappreciated,
Like silence in a noisy room.
I watch you
Grab your coats
Or your hats or your scarves,
Your mittens or your gloves
And your shoes.
Then you leave
In ignorance of me,
Closing the door,
Shutting me in.
And when it rains,
I am what you remember last,
Shaking the dust
From your protective dome.
