Annie's Poetry

There were never
enough colours
rich enough to paint you
into memory
never enough time
to enfold myself in you
and the fickle winds of fate
slowly tore us apart
and the light in my heart
became dark, extinguished
like a candle in the wind
leaves, slow drifting
in the unquiet night
sorrow unfurls
in dark waves
your absence
now an endless ache
I have lost my place
in time and space
© Ann Bagnall