Lingering and formless

As a shifting shadow

The ghost of you flows through me

Silken and cool in tones of blue

That whisper low

In the shattering silence

A liquid caress that holds me close

In this unquiet place

Dreamlike I am floating

I hold my breath and sense the ebb

The colours slipping

Evanescent

Falling from my grasp

Melting like a distant memory

As you slowly fade away

© Ann Bagnall