…of us
The pale ghosts of us
lingering in the mirror
a fragile reflection
shattering like glass
or hope
a lost mirage
visible for only seconds
in the cold ashes
of my memories
in my desperation
I reach out to catch you
but like fine sand
you slip through my fingers
and the empty spaces
in my heart
softly echo
with the absence
of you
the silence between us
is deafening
and my tears
are falling again
over and over
the storm in my heart
comes and goes
and the inevitable silence
in between
inflicts both pleasure
and pain
until the emptiness
relentless
beckons again
and I am left
with only my thoughts
for company
in my desolation
my soul turns away
from the light
searching for meaning
in meaningless things
but grief is merciless
reminding me of my sins
until the weight of guilt
becomes unbearable
crying out into the void
I beseech the night
for absolution
but only the wind responds
a slow
painful
lament
I am lost
in this desolate place
my heart as broken
as the glass beneath my feet
our love, once a roaring fire
now fading embers
turning to ash
soon to be dust
upon the carrying wind
© Ann Bagnall
