…fall heavily

My memories of you
are shifting in and out of view
like smoke twisting in the wind

at first glance familiar
and seemingly so close
that I can almost reach them

but with sudden dread
I see them shifting again
rippling across the surface

the surface of my soul
a mirror that long ago
revealed you to me

once clear of distortions
it becomes cold and cloudy
and ultimately unrevealing

in the moment
stones of doubt fall heavily
within my broken heart
until once more
my memories betray me
© Ann Bagnall