It comes to me
when the world is still
and the night holds me close
finally alone with my thoughts
the soft ache of need
to touch your face
to hear your whispers
memories of us still call to me
and ghost of you lingers
in the moment I reach out
finding only the emptiness
the darkness cloaks my pain
and holds me close
but my yearning lingers
and it echoes louder
than the empty space
you left behind
and all the memories
that I can never replace
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 