After you were gone
after all that I had lost
finally unchained
from my shackles
I discovered that alone
was not the same as free
I was an ocean of darkness
shifting in the shadows
a solitary silhouette
drifting in the emptiness
endlessly circling the past
desperately holding on
to the things I left behind
like a thunderstorm
clinging to the departing night
the flames of loss flickered
in the soft night winds
and I became addicted
to the feeling of falling
falling into dreams
where I could hear you calling
but the memories
were always lost
in the awakening
the winds sing mournfully
serenading my revenant sorrow
what is gone today
will return tomorrow
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 