Our souls once intersected
in perfect circularity
the curvature of our contours
a wild synchronicity
now broken hearted, memories circle
a perfect radius away from my heart
the central endpoint of my sorrow
a constant circumference
my pain contained within the centre
pictures of you endlessly circling
in the corner-less space
all is now lost, but for the echoes
fading into the darkness
dissolving into chaos
nowhere to hide in this desolate place
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 