…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