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I thought I heard you coming Down the hall. Your footsteps fall like rain on the window pane But it was only the cat, Only the maid, Only the ghost. This castle has tapestries to cover the crags And smother the wind As it tries to breathe, And sometimes it whistles as it breathes And I think I hear you sighing, But it’s never you. I’ve been waiting a very long time at my balcony, Watching the rain fall wearily On gray flowers and the occasional bloody poppy. When are you coming? Where are you now? Have you forgotten how to find me? I wonder as I watch the gray sky leaking more gray, Weaving the red blooms into my