When You Come by Maya Angelou

When you come to me, unbidden,

Beckoning me

To long-ago rooms,

Where memories lie.

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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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~ Maya Angelou