There was a vast space
between my candid questions
and the moment that I realised
that no answers were coming
I asked you to explain
why you left the way you did
but your silence was deafening
a long, thin thread of nothing
fragile, almost beautiful
I followed it, unspooling it carefully
hoping, it would lead to a reason
a truth I could understand
but silence is intricate
its’ tides rise without warning
there are long, lonely nights
when I hold it, like a relic
turn it in my hands, ask it to speak
but it never does, and still
I keep on listening
until the bell sounds for me
my heart is calling to you
only the echoes answer
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 