…of my eternal winter

In the hours of darkness
between midnight
and dawn
souls once awoken
hearts now broken

tattered ghosts
drift in and out
of my peripheral vision
only to disappear
the moment
that I turn my head

tethered to the past
left hanging by a thread
waiting for an answer
that will never come
waiting for words
that will never be said

your whispered goodbye
barely left your lips
and I was tumbling
into the dark waves
of my eternal winter

where now
blue butterflies
of sorrow
their fragile wings
gently beating
carry my wishes
to the waiting sky
© Ann Bagnall