At the Bottom of my Closet

At the bottom of my closet,
I found in a bag
A brand-new gray skirt
With its price on the tag.

I spotted the slippers
I swore I’d thrown out
And a dozen Clinique* cases
(Freebies, no doubt).

I also unearthed
Shoes from way in the past
And a shitload of shopping bags
I had amassed.

As these “treasures” got tossed
In a burgeoning pile,
I couldn’t resist
Just the hint of a smile…

For in all of that mountain
Of stuff on the floor,
What was missing was what
I’d begun searching for!

*make-up company