…stalks my heart

Your absence falls heavily upon me
an endless silken veil that wraps itself around me
and drains the blue from the sky and the sea
that fades the fragile blossoms as they dance
blissful upon the breeze
in those moments of melancholy I wonder
if loneliness stalks you, like winter stalks my heart
stealing the breathless beauty from the dew drenched dawn
turning the gentle swirling mists, into cold clutching fingers of grief
like the ones that reach inside of me, chilling me to the core
on even the warmest day
© Ann Bagnall
2015