I spoke your name
to the mirror today
and it shattered gently
just like my heart
I have watched myself
slowly becoming an echo
that no longer belongs
to a sound
I am spiralling
into darkness
where you are no longer
the reason
and where your voice
no longer waits for me
this is not grieving
this is a slow erosion
this is the unravelling
of my soul’s last tether to you
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 