When You Come

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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