…two hearts

And then too soon
the night is through
are you a just figment
of my imagination?
I hold my breath
aching for your touch
the ghost of you fading
flowers to ash, ash to dust

I have pain
so much pain
electricity
runs through my veins
lightning bolts
carving riverbeds
and ocean floors
leaving me empty
of everything but agony

eternal silence
between two hearts
once so close you and I
now so far apart
I hear you often
in the quiet moments
when grief becomes a storm
your soul whispering
in the darkness
magnifies my loss and longing

and I am drowning in it
drenched in the tears
of the desolate winds
for sorrow has a scent
a perfume of its own
and I breathe it in
for as long as it lingers
as it is all I have left of you
©Ann Bagnall