The ghost of you still lingers
behind the mirrors’ face
I catch glimpses of you, mere seconds
my sorrow untethered
I trace the ink carved upon my wrist
the tattoo that we both carry
it carries me back to a time
of endless dreaming and deep desires
my flowers blooming in silence
forever unseen in the darkness
quietly drifting away
upon the fields of night
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 