…for us all

Treasured recollections, drifting like smoke
day after week after month
I watch our pictures fade like flowers fade in the sun
their petals withering in scented misery
each precious memory lost takes a piece of me away
I try to hold them close but they slip through my fingers
like sand on a windy day
I know that you are gone, only your echoes remain
echoes of your voice, echoes of your touch
they haunt me like ghosts
all that we were, now vanishing
like smoke into thin air, lost but never forgotten
we meet again in dreams, where in my devastation
I rewrite our story in my mind
but the truth cannot be denied
always coming to light in the awakening
a never-ending cycle, a pendulum
swinging back and forth between love and loss
a familiar dance that I repeat over and over again
my heart knows no other way
than this endless repetition, this never-ending cycle
and when the morning comes, once more another day begins
memories of you still call unseen
from their gossamer webs in the corners of dreams
but here it is always winter in my soul, dried flowers between pages
my candle dies in the silence, emptiness waits for us all
© Ann Bagnall