…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