Do you still feel it?
do you feel
the flickering flame
that still burns?
the ghosts of yesterday
haunting our souls
I feel it in every second
every minute, every hour
an endless struggle
I cradle my wounds
and still feel the blade
that inflicted them
I am walking between
two versions of myself
who was I when I loved you?
who am I when I do not?
who do I become
when both remain?
I whisper to the mirror
of my pain and despair
and then lovingly
I write your name
upon the glass
where it will never
be erased
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 