Annie's Poetry

I awoke each morning
and you were always
nowhere to be found
in the light of the dawn
that constantly rose
without your shadow in it
nothing ever brought you to me
but in my delusions
I endlessly waited
listening to echoes in the mist
and only silence answered
in a moment of clarity
I understood the madness
of my limerence
and gently, I let it slip
from my heart, from my soul
a slow, silken unwinding
quiet but inevitable
© Ann Bagnall