A seemingly fleeting moment
leaves drifting upon the breeze
where we met, and where we parted
friendships bloom like cherry trees
beautiful yet ephemeral
words were once our bridge
but now there are only echoes
memories retreat like the tides
leaving only shadows in their wake
time is a thief my friend
I still reach out my hand
but silence fills the hollow space
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 