…empty of your presence

I am here without you, another lonely day
the rain is cold and like the trees, I am trembling
as I envy its’ touch on you
do you hear me
softly whispering
on the breeze tonight?
my heart is broken
and my soul sings your name
but the melody is sad
for you are the only one I see
we are always two flames burning in the night
but love is always as fragile as a dream
which rising winds bear far away
you are the ache in my heart
a constant voice inside of me
and the vast night, empty of your presence
is ever full of restless ghosts
© Ann Bagnall