Memories set me to yearning
My heart filled with longing
My dreams are haunting me
I hear your breathing
and feel it upon my skin
Every thread of thought
like the night
rolling in with the tide
and I wish to fade away
like the wind
whispering in the eaves
© Ann Bagnall

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