…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