My Ever Empty Arms


My Ever Empty Arms

There was a time

When your soul

Met mine

In confluence

We flowed together

And you enveloped me

As we surged

Towards the open sea

We yearned

To be carried away

To tumble

Under endless skies

But in the vastness

Of the ocean

Into which we fell

In the relentless pull

Of the ebb and flow

We were lost to each other

And now

I find myself alone

Drifting

On the tide of loss

Ever searching

The horizon

Not understanding

My ever empty arms

© Ann Bagnall 2016.

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