She Comes To Me


 
She comes to me in silent dreams
When there’s nothing to say
She comes to me in whispers
That take my breath away

She comes to me with questions
Whose answers break my heart
She comes to me with nothing
That becomes a work of art

She comes to me in memories
As brittle as old bone
She comes to me with loneliness
That won’t leave me alone

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