Your heart touches mine
I hear your whispers
I see your shadow in the mirror
and a soft, quiet melancholy
falls slowly and gently upon me
now petals are falling softly
drifting down upon me
memories repeat themselves
like waves in a vast ocean
and I surrender to the past
as the endless hours slip
ever so slowly away
forever wrapped in mystery
we leave no footprints in time
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 