…into emptiness

I am whispering my secrets into emptiness
without you there to catch them
they have nowhere to go
ever undiscovered and voiceless in the dark
drifting lonely in the void, unchained and restless
slowly fading from my view, far away from you
in time they circle back to me
and once again I set them free upon the wings of butterflies
I wonder if you hear them still
echoing in the whispers of the wind
in the rustling of the trees or the pull of restless tides
‘do they reach you
…half-remembered
like the ghosts of stars
…still perceived?
or do they scatter, lost to time,
…no longer yours or mine?’
for in their flight, I see myself untethered
a weightless shadow softly searching
for the threads of the past, aching to find you again
but the void is vast and endless
the words I speak are lost in the ethers of time
unheard and drifting alone
yet still I whisper and still I hope
that one day you will answer
and freed at last, all our secrets will bring you back to me
© Ann Bagnall