…with our secrets
Our time together was precious and fragile
every minute was our forever
a seemingly timeless expanse
always music to my soul
but each long pause between the notes
was filled with reflections
and unfulfilled longing
a time in which time was no longer timeless
for this was our pattern
we were and then we were not
a never-ending journey of endless circularity
but in my heart I still ached for it
for the alternative was a cold barren place
where you would not reside
so despite the devastation
each inevitable pause was sacred and lingering
in the way that loss
like last night’s ashes always lingers
in the way that loss
in the marrow of our bones always lingers
now our time together has ended again
and there is a distance between us
in which the silence carries a heavy burden
I feel its weight upon my soul
pain flowing through my veins
love and loss seamlessly mingling
in each breathless second
the tapestry of destiny
is weaving its intricate web
where seconds finally become a minute
and everything is frozen in that moment
that single minute
our ephemeral anchor to each other
where the world stands still
relinquishing its chaos
an exquisite respite
within a seemingly eternal minute
I am overcome by a symphony of emotions
undulating like waves
in the weightlessness of this interlude
and I retreat once more into the ocean of silence
where the only sound
is the rhythmical cadence of my beating heart
once again we are drifting
like feathers, or leaves
or the first blossoms upon a warm breeze
in this timeless place we both seek solace
in the delicate embrace of this single minute
where our hearts have always found peace
this infinitesimal fraction of time
holds within it everything that I cling to
this minute transcends mere ticks of the clock
here the seconds fly away
minutes evaporate
a brief moment in time
paradoxically powerful
eternally reaching
and to me it feels like forever
an unyielding moment
in our clandestine world
this minute was always our bridge
between the past and the future
where time lost its grip on us both
this minute
seemingly stretched out
in all its ethereal splendour
endlessly before us
but it is an intricate web
spun by fate itself to its inevitable end
not just a pause between the notes
but a metamorphosis
unfolding deep within me
now elusive melodies
still haunt my memories
and time flows languidly
as I dance in the shadows
with our secrets still whispering
in the depths of my soul
ever veiled in mystery
over and over again
our eternity reveals itself to me
© Ann Bagnall
