My mirror is empty

not just of me

reflections of darkness

are all that I see

ripples of regret

across sorrow’s sea

like the sound of bells

upon a carrying wind

I hear your soul

in the rising cadence

of a nightingale’s call

echoing back to me

© Ann Bagnall

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