I always have space

I used to be a magnificent tree

full of life, plenty of space

oh I had so much space

One day I wake up and

I was this closet

You have something, I can fit it in

I always have space

If it seems full, I move things around

I always have space

If that doesn’t work,

maybe at the top

I always have space

Still not enough?

check the gap below

or the gap behind to the wall

I always have space

I keep accommodating,

keep cramming until

even for air

there is no space

Not able to breathe, gasping

that’s when it dawns on me.

When did I become this closet?