I am left behind
in the wake of the day
moonless midnight
clouds drift in the hours of loneliness
intermittent echoes break the silence
memories, though unperceived
are never quite out of reach
like the colours of the day
they will again bleed into the horizon
where in the ensuing darkness
they are always impossible to find
© Ann Bagnall

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