Listen…

Do you hear it? That small sound. Not quite a scratch.

Not quite a sigh.

It's coming from inside the wardrobe of your mind.

You know the one.

The one you never quite open all the way.

The door that sticks just enough to make you hesitate.

Behind it: coats you haven't worn since the last century,

a box of photographs that smell faintly of rain that never fell,

and something else.

Something that has been waiting.