You called to me
although no sound crossed your lips
but you will never find me here
for I reside in the shadows
and the echoes of your memories
I am not a ghost
I am the dream that you lost
you saw beauty
and didn’t know, it was already yours
I ride the tide, not to return
but to remind you
that love is shaped
by the pull of the moon
able to erode and be remade
I live in silence, feeling all the pain
you were too empty to feel
I whisper inside of you
and when the wind moans
it leaves my name on your tongue
you need not chase me
I do not belong to the past
but to whatever part of you
is still listening, even now
I am still aching for your arms
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 