…an intricate journey of circularity

Blind to the reality of loss our love still endures for me
for you were the mirror of my soul
and I keep you, in the wild shadows of the deep woods of my heart
the lingering dark beauty of my loss and my pain
for loss is a complex labyrinth, an intricate journey of circularity
that over and over again always leads me to the same place
where I find myself reliving the past
I remember the last time I saw you, before you disappeared forever
into the deep dark seas, inside of me
where of all of the unspoken things are never ever really set free
where I still feel the deep ache
but there is still a deeper hunger, quietly curated from all I have lost
and all that is forever lingering in the restless shadows
flickers of memories fading in and out
all of the things waiting in silence at the dark edges of the night
are whispering sweet nothings to me
carving their mark, into my heart
and I am oblivious to the reality that I am now achingly alone
for there are no echoes, there is only a thundering silence
and the bitterness of loss
my dreams are floating slowly away
like blossoms vanishing in winter
I watch them slowly circling me and I feel my ghosts leaning closer
in this brief moment of clarity
my dichotomy, where hope verses truth
I find myself shivering in the cold embrace
of these memories I cannot release
that I will hold, until their last embers die
for these are all I have left of you
and slowly, they vanish once more
and again my melancholy sets me adrift
upon the dark seas of sorrow
© Ann Bagnall