I found some of your stuff today <br />in an old box I forgot I stole <br />when you were leaving me. <br /> <br />Now that it's opened, this Pandora's <br />trunk, this terrible ghostly luggage <br />follows me everywhere. <br /> <br />Your old Christmas stocking on the stairs <br />Your gardening books in the bathtub <br />those red panties on the door knob. <br /> <br />And wherever I threw your possessions <br />in my long buried hatred now dredged <br />from the bottom of my crazy lake, <br />I shamefully admit <br />is where they lie. <br /> <br />Just like you lied. Lied about loving me. <br />Lied about loving our family. <br /> <br />Did you think you could just get away with it? <br />I'm keeping your underwear.<br /><br />John W. McEwers<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/junk-in-your-trunk/
