stories of the coming back ~

tornadoday

rememberthis

for longer
than I dared allow
a whisper claims my sleep
an echo of my longing –
silent chords

branches bang the shutters
as quietly I creep
cold these native feet
upon the boards

searching out
the answers
where my love remains
stories of the coming back
to wonder why we came

shadows dance
a drunken waltz
of lives before I woke –
days and dreams returning
for my name

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