…is pain

I stand here broken hearted, alone in a haunting wind
endlessly searching for the light of your soul
in each flickering candle, but only your shadow remains
fluttering butterflies of pain
painting sorrow upon the walls of this ever-silent place
days turn to night in my empty room
that your absence fills to overflowing
and time washes over me
I slowly trace my hands over familiar objects
each one returning you to me, mere fragments of memories
now deeply etched into my soul
my recollections of you becoming distant echoes
fading further away with each passing day
the empty window, its’ glass cold as the night
is now beckoning to me from one void to another
tears come unbidden, falling suddenly, like rain
upon the barren landscape of my broken heart
I am still yearning, aching to see you again
but you are gone, my love
and surrounded only by loss, I see
I am finally alone in this emptiness that can never be filled
and in the distance between us, all that remains, is pain
© Ann Bagnall