The shadow of your passing
emerges from doorways
then disappears
in a haze of drained colour
rooms filled
with faded elegance
suspended in time
a fragile silence
finding refuge in emptiness
despite the deep winter
in my soul
some closeness
holds me here
that I might enter once again
and find you waiting
over and over
© Ann Bagnall

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