When You Come Poem by Patrick Mahony

When You Come



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.

~Patrick Mahony

Monday, July 22, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: love,love and dreams,love and friendship,love and life
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