Loss is deep wound
my soul bleeding
spilling crimson into the night
once more I am lost
loneliness stretches her wings
and folds them softly over me
memories are haunting
every corner of this quiet night
drifting like lost blossoms
both painful and lovely
but fragile like glass
they shatter
the wounds familiar
I am sailing on a sea of pain
the waves of loss, rise and fall
black and overwhelming
bruised and broken
I still miss the sound
of your beating heart
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 