You and I
were a blueprint of hollow
and the architect of grief
left me no map
only a picture of emptiness
the spiral staircase of sorrow
curls like a nautilus shell
its steps, soft as sighs
its landings filled
with memories
soft on the treads
hard on the heart
every floor is the same
a clock that ticks in reverse
a window that looks
into another window
and every day
is replicated
in every tomorrow
where you are always
just one more turn away
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 