Despite the sunshine
the light is blurring
at the edges of the day
I refuse to accept the truth
and in these dark moments
I am frozen in time
where your spirit still lingers
a ghostly caress upon my skin
sibilant songs of leaves
and hushed whispers
from unseen lips
circle me as if I am prey
for all its beauty
I am ever haunted
in this desolate place
where time stands still
and all I have are my memories
and all I can think about, is you
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 