Memories are drifting
heavy with once forgotten pain
shifting in the wind as a candle’s flame
branches clutching at a dark sky
the soft sound of a heartbeat
distant and muffled
like something buried
whispers soft as shadows
and cold as our regret
a raven sits upon a grave
a sudden rustling in the trees
a sound like bones breaking
softly, oh so softly
a sigh more felt than heard
the heavy weight of loss
the fragile ghosts of us
shifting in and out of sight
but in this silence
only one word drifts
upon the wind and that is…
‘…nevermore’
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 