…in action

I was never looking for you
for the echoes of our memories had settled
like dust in the corners of time
and comfortable in my still waters
I found no need to reach for the tides of the moon
always content in the quiet corridors, lost in my own solitude
but you were always there, a quiet stranger in a crowded room
drifting like music from places unseen
slipping silently between the cracks of my armour
on reflection I see, that this was destined to be
serendipity in action
it appears that I had found something I wasn’t seeking
the winds of chance were turning the pages
that I had long since stopped reading
and afterwards your voice, your quiet whispers
were written into my days
and your touch still lingered in my seconds
my minutes and my hours
now in my dreams it is always dusk
you walk towards the waves and the tide parts for you
I run, but the sand beneath me becomes ash
and for a moment you turn but your eyes have forgotten my name
some mornings when I awaken, a seagull alights on my windowsill
dropping a feather and leaving it there
my heart reads the sign, for serendipity
never fades without leaving an echo
and I take comfort, for I now know that your shadow has wings
still your absence lingers like an unfinished song
that fills the spaces between seconds
gently woven into a story that neither of us ever meant to write
but one I can never leave behind, for I always knew
that our love, now lost, would forever linger
in the ethers of time
©Ann Bagnall