…remind me

Weeping rain softly drips
tap tap tapping 
on my window 
a gentle lament 
soft as a sigh
lingers long 
in the tranquil night
settling deep inside of me

memories drift 
and I recall your touch 
suddenly cold 
my heat is seeping out 
from the space 
between my ribs 
where my heart used to be 

rising on waves of darkness 
a sorrowful symphony
calls my name
music flows
through my rivers of pain 
lost pieces of my soul
circle like butterflies
in search of nectar 
their broken wings
brushing against me 

indistinguishable
from the velvet caress 
of sorrow’s waves
as they return 
emanating
from deep inside of me 
resounding
in the echoes of the night 
where in the all-engulfing
darkness 
I am craving the secrets
of the shadows 

wrestling with 
the complicated knots 
that hold me in this place 
I am shedding my skin 
you are not within 
within my skin
but traces remain
the loss has left its mark 
invisible scars remind me 
like the sting of the wind
 © Ann Bagnall