Lonely nights
plagued by unexpected memories
calling unbidden in the moment
returning over and over
like the frantic pleas of a dripping tap
the lyrical melody, one drip after another
matches the beat of my broken heart
and all I can see is your precious face
fading into the dark
© Ann Bagnall

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