Memories still haunt me
a relentless, sobbing wind
footsteps, heard but unseen
echoing in the darkness
the lies of the night
silence still lies between us
and I live between the whispers
turning to the past with longing
but the flame has gone to rest
and my tears fall like rain
© Ann Bagnall

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