…still lingers
My loneliness
is a tangible creature
I feel the weight of it
heavy in my heart
its substance fills
the corners of my soul
yet its emptiness
slips through my fingers
like sands through the hourglass
counting the seconds
the minutes
the hours
in unwavering silence
it calls to me
from the depths of the night
from the whispering trees
and the ocean breeze
its voice, melodious
and haunting
impossible to disregard
filling every inch of space
every corner of this place
nowhere to run
nowhere to hide
our song still lingers
in the shadows
a bittersweet melody
that denies our reality
sounding out
from the corners of sorrow
where traces of us
still breathe
and strive to survive
against the mounting odds
and our dwindling tomorrows
when the sun
finally appears
her light will penetrate
the darkness
and illuminate the dust
and the cobwebs
for the winds to find
their steady gusts
sweeping through
like the shifting
of the seasons
and no traces
of what went before
will be left behind
© Ann Bagnall
