…in the threads of our memories

A moment set in time
the deep mysteries of you ever defeated me
I could never really see into your endless swirling depths
I swam in your dreams in an eerie silence
an endless ebb and flow
I drank of sorrow of tears and futility
but nothing could quench my ever thirsty soul
I once used to know each tiny crease on your face
a map of lines, painted by the brushes of time
until I finally realised that you are just a memory
a reflection of the past, an unseen ripple in the dark
a slow, silent shimmer beneath the surface
that rolls across decades
and now I find myself once more, hopelessly adrift
I am alone here, trapped in the mirror’s frame
where all of my questions remain unanswered
the truth forever lingering in the shadows of time
when no-one is watching I begin unravelling
slowly losing myself in the endless threads of our lost memories
and your ghost haunts my waking hours
the ghosts of you are carefully woven through the shadows of me
now I am a resident of the dark empty void
drifting in the very air that you once breathed
waiting for the time when you will return
for in the slim space between two heartbeats
lies the door to eternity
© Ann Bagnall
2015 revised 2025