Why when I call your name
Do you turn away as if you do not hear me
Why do I leave no footprints where I walk
No fingerprints on all that I touch
No echo to my voice
No fragrance to my garden
No warm summer breeze caresses my face
Why does my photograph only bring you sorrow
Why weep my love, for I am here beside you, just a whisper away
Shapeless faces call to me from the shadows
But I will not follow, for tonight like many others before
I will lay with you as you sleep
Listening to your dreams
Your memories of me
~Willow~
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