When you come to me, unbidden,
Beckoning me
To long-ago rooms,
Where memories lie.
 
Offering me, as to a child, an attic,
Gatherings of days too few.
Baubles of stolen kisses.
Trinkets of borrowed loves.
Trunks of secret words,
 
I CRY.

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michaelw1two
almost 6 years

Aloha My Sweet...

have I forever loved your words... awesome, awesome, warrioress: [warriorlike adj : (of persons) befitting a warrior]... sing sweetly my blade as yours... can't help this... you are an inspiration... to the Universe... wish you were here... all of the best from this life, to you, and all of your relations... Michael

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