I am broken wide open
lost in the moonless dark
of my growing despair
I once thought love was sacred
a moment of true connection
but from behind the frame
of my current reality
the truth is harder to see
the dust of promises dance
to the songs of my longing
while the pieces of my heart
caught in an endless loop
of I love you, I love you not
are returning to the season of ice
like hope, burying its dead
before callously setting fire
to an empty boat
©Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 