In the wake of every fleeing night
petalled mornings are blossoming
dreams drifting in on perfumed winds
but they never push the shadows aside
my memories of you still lingering
always just out of reach
I stand in this place frozen in time
imagining unheard footsteps
and unfulfilled promises
all that I once held dear
becoming echoes in the emptiness
in the moment the truth reveals itself
I am suddenly hollow and overcome
with an endless gentle sorrow
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 