…return to me

I want to look in the mirror, but I fear what I might see
I ache to see my reflection, but the mirror looks back at me
I want to whisper my wishes, but I fear that they will flee
I ache to share my secrets, but my heart won’t set them free
I want to feed my hunger, but I fear it will empty me
I ache to drink from the river, but it flows away silently
I want to be lost in your oceans, but I fear the depths beneath
I ache for the waves of desire, but sorrow calls endlessly
I want to held in your arms, but I fear you are lost to me
I ache for our perfect melody, but only echoes return to me
© Ann Bagnall