My dreams, ghostly
ever returning unsought
like the leaves, or dust
that I can never sweep away
feeling the weight of your loss
I number the days
since I last saw your sweet face
more softly than night
memories flow over me
and again I am weeping
surrendering to the night
© Ann Bagnall

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