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when
you come into my dreams
not often, but sometimes
you are there
and I wonder

why
after all the years
and the passage
of more than time

what
do you have to do with me
or I with you

how
can I have any feelings
left to feel
or even any
memories worth keeping

because
you deftly destroyed them all
every single bit of goodness
obliterated in the wake
of your willful destruction

maybe
you are one of life’s mysteries
that I will never solve

or
one of life’s signposts
do not go this way

and
you show up
every now and then
to remind me of that