…into the ethers of time

The last of the moonlight filters through the window
casting a pale glow as it fades
there is a flicker of movement in the cold glass
and my heart skips a beat
but it is just my reflection staring back at me
I close my eyes
the questions that haunt me, still linger in the awakening
your eyes were full of sorrow that I could never understand
and even now the source eludes me
as I stand here alone in the soft light of dawn
my pulse is racing, I am unable to shake the dream
but my heart will not concede
I feel the warmth of your breath, still lingering upon my skin
I reach for you, longing for your touch
but all that remains are these fragile memories
lost in my thoughts I languish in the silence
I ache to look into your eyes, to touch your cheek
to feel your beating heart
but only emptiness surrounds me as I gaze out into the new day
the shadow in the mirror, a constant reminder
of the love that was lost, of the hearts that were broken
the words that went unspoken
memories of moments that felt like a lifetime
I hold them close, for they are all that remains
but each breathless moment echoing from the mirror
brings you to me once more, here, where I feel your presence
and I whisper your name over and over into the ethers of time
© Ann Bagnall