The Empty Wardrobe

The Empty Wardrobe I look in the empty wardrobe And it looks so bare I remember all of the clothes That used to hang in there The coat you wore to walk the dog And the one you wore for best The hat you always loved to wear I said it looked like a bird’s nest The blouse with lace you wore for weddings And the jacket made of tweed The numerous scarves of many colours How many did you need? Your faded wedding dress That you hoped one day I’d wear The veil to match hung with it And the pearl slide for your hair The purple dress you used to wear When you sang in the youth choir Strands still remained on the collar Off that faux-fur stole you used to hire Your pleated skirts of navy blue Were folded in a drawer Belts of matching colours Hung inside the door I look in the empty wardrobe And think of what’s no longer there And I can still picture you In the clothes you used to wear