The yearning to possess
the emptiness of the flesh
what we left behind
bodies once temples of longing
the altars where desire knelt
now fallen away to ruins
just fragments of memories
the broken pieces of us
scattered upon the winds of time
I feel them calling in the wind
these precious remnants of us
now lost and lonely
and aching to be found
left drifting in emptiness
as we cling to our memories
to fill the aching void inside
grasping for traces of who we were
our beautiful haunting
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 