…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