Something silent
unseen
anchors me in time
hides the moon
halts the tides
it haunts me
forever drifting
in my peripheral vision
only to disappear
the second
I turn my head
an un-returning
a burning
that binds me
to another place
another time
but she is lost
this ghost of mine
© Ann Bagnall

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