This was quite a silly prompt I must admit, but I ran with it nonetheless, lol.
That Which is Hidden
Concealing that which isn’t seen,
you protect my belongings.
With x-ray vision I am often
driven mad by your clutter. I
know it’s there. Yet I appreciate
the fact that you hide it.
O drawer, you hold the pens that
write a story on my paper’s heart!
I anticipate our meeting with great
expectations, as I know what you hold
You smile when I enter the room,
saying, “Open me, pick me!”
Sometimes I don’t greet you.
You hurt, waiting for me to return
and open you once again.