…of your passing

Rooms filled with faded elegance
suspended in time in a fragile silence
I am recalling days long past and in the recollections
there is an ache, beneath the ache
a deep hunger forever unfulfilled, for something forever out of reach
almost forgotten truths and lies that never cease to haunt me
my grief slowly reshapes itself, a tidal wave rising from within
finding refuge from the hours of endless night
and the in emptiness, under a pale moon, I see the shadow of your passing
silently emerging from doorways and the dark halls of yesterday
then disappearing again, in a haze drained of all colour
such delicate hues, igniting ethereal dreams
despite the deep winter in my soul, nothing has changed
some closeness holds me here, that I might enter once again
and find you waiting, over and over
© Ann Bagnall