Cleaning The Closet

What’s that door beneath the stairs?
Closet—who knows what’s in there.
Artifacts from ancient hoards,
bare and empty dusty boards?
Throw the door wide, stand and stare.

Unmatched glove that once was paired,
mate long-lost, but who knows where—
scabbard for a missing sword,
what’s that?

Tools needing some repair,
posters faded from the glare,
ravelled hanks of para-cord,
memories all unrestored,
treasure once beyond compare...
what’s that?