…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 now 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