…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