…like loneliness

I sit alone
shrouded in mist
trees stand motionless
lost in their leaves
spilling shadows
like loneliness

an ebbing tide
upon a distant shore
is calling out to me
and I am untethered
as a boat
rolling back to sea

birds sweep
strangely silent
across a darkening sky
an impatient wind
echoes
through the corners
of my soul

as the night falls swiftly
into dark liquid pools
pulling me gently
into my memories
of you
© Ann Bagnall