Shedding my skin

Weeping rain
softly drips
tap tapping
on my window
a gentle lament
soft as a sigh
lingers long
in the tranquil night
settling deep
inside of me
memories drift
and I recall
your touch
suddenly cold
my heat seeping out
from the space
between my ribs
where my heart used to be
rising on waves of darkness
a sorrowful symphony calls my name
music flows through my rivers of pain
lost pieces of my soul circle
like butterflies in search of nectar
their broken wings brushing against me
indistinguishable from the velvet caress
of sorrow’s waves as they return
emanating from deep inside of me
resounding in the echoes of the night
where in the all-engulfing darkness
I am craving the secrets of the shadows
wrestling with
the complicated knots
that hold me in this place
I am shedding
my skin
you are not
within
within my skin
but traces
remain
the loss
has left its mark
invisible scars
remind me
like the sting
of the wind
© Ann Bagnall