…in this desolate place

Despite the sunshine
the light is blurring at the edges of the day
and the shadows of yesterday walk beside me
quietly whispering
of things that can no longer be
silken threads lingering just out of my reach
I refuse to accept the truth
and in these dark moments I am frozen in time
where your spirit still lingers
relentlessly haunting the edges of reality
the sibilant songs of leaves
and a ghostly caress upon my skin
hushed whispers from unseen lips
circle me as if I am prey
for all its beauty, I am ever haunted
in this desolate place
where time stands still
and all I have are my memories
and all I can think about is you
© Ann Bagnall