…a fragile silence

Rooms filled
with faded elegance
suspended in time
a fragile silence

recalling days long past
finding refuge in emptiness

under a pale moon
the shadow of your passing
emerges from doorways
then disappears
in a haze of drained colour

despite the deep winter in my soul
nothing has changed

some closeness holds me here
that I might enter once again
and find you waiting
over and over

© Ann Bagnall