Whispers follow me everywhere
dancing in the shadows, as light as air
they carry all of my memories
the laughter now lost and the love that remains
kind words spoken in hushed tones
the sting of tears, a face I once loved
these echoes live deep in my soul
and I feel the whispers taking hold
in the quiet corners of the night
I am ever haunted by their constant presence
and by all the ghosts of our yesterdays
©Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 