As darkness begins to fall
Ghosts from the past appear.
Between the four walls
Memories become so clear.
The door open ajar
Darkness creeps in.
Thoughts no longer afar
As seeking claws seep in.
The days events
Swirling in the mind.
Causes ideas to re-invent
And refuse to be kind.
Extending the arm to a familiar
Finding the person of love.
A feeling of forever more
My comforting dove.
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