That fateful moment
my heart embracing the loss
drifting out into the blooming night
where minutes feel like hours
and hours feel like minutes
the unexplainable dichotomy
of my self-inflicted desperation
here in the darkness a veil falls
softening the edges of pain
for just mere moments
before flaring up again
I cannot break the silent tether
that continues to bind me to you
my heart is bleeding ink
in all the colours of my pain
but my hunger always finds me
and I fall gently back
into the soft winds of yearning
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 