this haunting
it will not stop
it will return again
and again and

each time it will
remain away
longer and then
longer still and

every time it will
come in a more vivid
and stronger way and
at the bidding of

old memories perhaps
one which had been
gently tucked and
locked away like

a treasure waiting
to be found when
the heart and soul
needed it most and

it will be sweeter and
harder to bear until
the haunt becomes
the dream, a dream

that will not fade or
alter or disappear
until the morning
light beckons and

once again, the dream
becomes the haunt
forever grasping at the
reality of the dream...

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