…of your loss

It is eerily quiet and I feel the winds of endings
the night blossoms all around me
and the moon slowly rises in silence
drifting gracefully up into the darkness
I am broken and forlorn, all alone here
lost in the slow drifting ashes, of us
my dreams circle like lost ghosts
ever returning, unsought and unwanted
like the leaves, or dust I can never sweep away
again, I am alone here in my quiet solitude
with no company but the creatures of the night
feeling the heavy weight of your loss
there are no echoes, just a thundering silence
I number the long days and endless nights
since I last saw your face, or felt your gentle touch
memories flow over me, more softly than night
for we were interwoven and intertwined
if not in body but in mind
a transcendence of souls, a union forged long ago
a love that still overcomes all barriers
our book remains forever open
at that moment, that dreadful moment
when we were finally parted
our unread chapters still cloaked in shadows
patiently awaiting the return of the light
where once again we shall turn the pages
but for now my tears still pool like rain
and the sweet release of morning
is still many painful hours away
©Ann Bagnall