After you were gone, after all that I had lost
finally unchained from my shackles
I discovered that alone was not the same as free
I was an ocean of darkness shifting in the shadows
a solitary silhouette drifting in the emptiness
endlessly circling the past
desperately holding onto the things I left behind
like a thunderstorm clinging to the departing night
the flames of loss flickered in the soft night winds
and I became addicted to the feeling of falling
falling into dreams where I could hear you calling
but the memories were always lost in the awakening
the winds sing mournfully, serenading my revenant sorrow
what is gone today, will return tomorrow
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 