…of my memories

An endless weariness encircles my heart
and when the last candle fails
I am left empty, without a trace
empty of even the ashes of my memories
without them there is an even greater emptiness
to the empty sky
empty and comfortless now
empty of you
the dark of evening will soon be here
familiar things cast no shadows
yet still are seen to fall and flow to the centre
then float away with the stream
flowers after their kind flutter and scatter
like the feathers of winter’s wing
I feel the coldness of its betrayal
and once again
I must enter the darkness
all alone
even to the end
© Ann Bagnall
2013