When you come to me, unbidden, <br />Beckoning me <br />To long-ago rooms, <br />Where memories lie. <br /> <br />Offering me, as to a child, an attic, <br />Gatherings of days too few. <br />Baubles of stolen kisses. <br />Trinkets of borrowed loves. <br />Trunks of secret words, <br /> <br />I CRY.<br /><br />Maya Angelou<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-you-come/
