Not Anymore

In a closet sits the remants of my childhood.

Some dolls, baby blankets, stuffed animals.

I used to open up that closet everyday,

Taking out the toys to play.

I would run a grocery store, 

Catch the runaway bandits.

But one day I closed the door,

And I didn't come back the next day.

It wasn't on purpose,

Maybe I didn't even notice.

But then the next day came,

and I returned to the innocence of my toys in the closet

I had not yet forgotten the joys of play.

But then I left again,

For much longer this time.

I was getting older,

Other things required my time.

It would be weeks before I opened the closet again,

My toys sitting alone gathering dust.

But eventually I went back,

Feeling like my time was running out.

The door has stayed shut for many years now,

I don't feel the need to open it.

Not anymore.