…my own personal midnight

I live in a world without seasons
in my sorrow I long for the night
where the harmony of lost souls
helps me to balance the scales
but my lingering longing cannot be overcome
for your absence renders me empty
and I am finally, completely broken
made stone, yet somehow achingly hollow
empty affirmations still clinging
to the chambers of my heart
softly whispering those sweet nothings
and those broken promises into a dark echoing void
my own personal midnight
where a blood moon watches over me
all that I have lost no longer whispering
but howling like wolves at the sky
frozen in the moment
as I watch all that I ever held
anomalously burning right here
in this cold unexpected winter
hollow is the pursuit of happiness
hollow is is the promise of forever
now I walk alone with only my shadow for company
your echoes are still drifting in empty space
back and forth as I am
and the wind still endlessly whispers your name
despite my resolve, I listen for it
endlessly searching the dark corners of the void
each step a defiance of my own resolve
seeking something, anything at all
that might fill my emptiness
and release me from the shrouds of my sorrow
but my soul whispers back to me
that your place in my soul
will ever remain hollow, but for your echoes
and now I understand
that there will never be another tomorrow
© Ann Bagnall