Here in the silence, there are long seconds
when I imagine that I hear you calling
your voice echoing from far away
in the farthest reaches of my soul
I am drowning in waves of melancholy
peace is a distant rapture
that I clutch at like a memory
a silken thread, ever out of my reach
©Ann Bagnall

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