…for love

I stand and stare into the mirror, but keep my reality inside
the traces of you, running in the hallways of my mind
sorrow, has become beautiful
your scent imprinted, a familiar scar
and your voice strikes long unused chords in my soul
I remember snowflakes melting on your lips
the brushing of a finger, a breath beneath viridian silk
falling, but not yet fallen, promises broken long ago
winding rivers of thought, running from the outside in
waves crash around my heart
the currents twisting and turning inside of me
the heart already holds what the mind can only long for
you create the softness in my memories
the slow pulse of an easy day
and that constant feeling
that there will be time enough for love
even thousand tears later
for many are the dreams yet to be fulfilled
Ann Bagnall