Time is a tide without patterns
it comes in, not with rhythm
but secrets and revelations
I walk where the sea foam
swallows the shore
my footprints erased
just like the past
that never mattered
but the silence holds all secrets
every word I ever whispered
to the waves and the wind
every wish that trembled
in my soul, never fulfilled
memories that echo here
are cold and weathered
rewritten in sand and salt
and the soft songs of the waves
I kneel in the hush
where we left our truths
pressed into the silence
like petals in a closed book
now the echoes speak for us
and only the silence remembers
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 