Quiet murmurs

sad winds weep

memories stirring

in dreams

standing alone

on the precipice

the shadowed trees

beckon to me

drifting slowly

in peaceful space

in this place of lost souls

I struggle to remember

the hollow call

of promises broken

and unrequited devotion

the irreversible

nature of time

I must be patient

with the pain

my colours

are no longer fading

but my heart

is empty in your wake

© Ann Bagnall

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