I reach out to you my love
whispering my wishes to the moon
but only echoes return
in a candid moment of reflection
I realise you only exist in the past
and in time, I have come to know
that the answers I seek
lie in the screaming silence
an emptiness, full of everything
that you could have said
but that you never did, and never will
time has led us to this place
where the rumbles of a storm
and winds of separation roar
and where the thundering silence
is heavier than the unspoken truth
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 