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The morning has come
Memories of the night
Fade with the early light
I reach out for you
Somehow like the darkness
You are gone
I call your name
Like an endless echo’s dream
Only to find you a ghost
With the dawn; I am alone
Were you here with me?
Was it only I who believed?
I thought you felt it too
Only to have you fade away
From what could be
2008©Theresa Zoltek/Angel Writer