Haunted by memories
a sweet sadness
arises from within
I am weeping
and my heart breaks
over and over again
for in the quiet hours
the reality of grief
once resting in the shadows
falls suddenly upon me
I am consumed
burdened by the weight
and the inexplicable beauty
of sorrow’s songs
echoing from somewhere
somewhere I cannot see
yet in their anonymity
they still return you to me
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 