She called me out into the street,
I heard my name echoing down familiar ground.
Her eyes in hand, wide open,
Saw it all begin,
Garden of memory to keep me in.
In silence called,
In fear and awe I caught her smile,
In tears, I understood,
Just for a while.
I will recall the place that I had briefly been,
Where I'd seen her.
My waking dream.

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