…in the threads of our memories
The mystery of you ever defeated me
I could never really see
into your endless swirling depths
I swam in your dreams in an eerie silence
I drank of sorrow, of tears and futility
but nothing could quench my thirsty soul
I used to know each tiny crease on your face
but now I find myself hopelessly adrift
alone in the mirror’s frame
unanswered questions, lingering longing
I am unravelling, slowly losing myself
in the threads of our memories
ghosts haunt my waking hours
I am a resident of the void
drifting in the very air that you breathed
waiting for the time when you will remember
when love will thwart reality
and we will have eternity
© Ann Bagnall
