My Arms Remain Empty
In this sorrowful night
That is lingering, endless
Dark and ever dreamless
I hear your sighs and whispers
Feel your soft caress
Soothing, as you pass
Yet still you are
As formless as the wind
Or the mist of the moon
Dripping from the heavens
On a winter night
A cool touch upon my skin
My heart begins to tremble
Helpless fluttering
I sense your presence
Restless, tangible
My soul is overflowing
But as always
My arms remain empty
And your memory
Ghostly
Holds me back
From morning
© Ann Bagnall 2015.
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