Junkie

Sliding closet doors hide secrets that we've packed away,

Tightly shelved to keep out the dust, and so far back that we tend to forget.

Getting the slack taken back just a notch.

Removing the waste from the templates to clean.

Spread it too thin, and the spoils will cause it to snap.

Too much weight to be pressing down with that force.

Collapse will occur shortly, if not sooner.

I am a 'passion' junkie,

Waiting for my fix from 'her'.

Wanting just a taste of the touch,

Worth the atrophying if I get what I want.

Forever in my sleep, I am inept without my dose.