…of endings

Adrift
in the circle of time
after all is lost
tangled
in a web of shadows
what torments me
whispers and echoes

butterflies drift
in the slim space
between darkness
and light
their ephemeral wings
caressing
the pages of memory
always fluttering
out of reach

haunted
by words unspoken
the wind
carries you back to me
a brief interlude
of both torment and joy
feeding the flames of loss

unsated longing
my melancholy dreams
their powdered colours
lingering
on my palms
my tapestry of hope
is fraying
your heart
now distant
a wilderness
in your wake

the last rose
is now fading
petals
falling to ground
without so much
as a sound
the unexpected silence
of endings

© Ann Bagnall