These closets hold
so many memories
within a musty smell of age
and I find so many dreams
I stored there long ago
that I never quite imagined
into this reality

while love lies waiting
in the softest touch
of imagination reaching out
and calling me back home
full circle
from beginning to an end

while love lives in between
right here within these rooms
where fantasies keep spinning
each end into a new beginning
within a touch, a scent, a feel
of all the love that's been made real

and image forms
from threads of love
thought lost so long ago
in memory yet unlived
that gives me all I need
to just go on . . .


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