…I have left to carry

The moment between sleep and awakening
is a deep, dark void folded in on itself
no light falls here and the only sounds
are the echoes of dreams, both lost and remembered
and the slow beating wings
of a love that still lingers in the shadows
for the past relentlessly charts
the paths of my dreams and my memories
I feel you here in these brief moments of longing
longing for all the unspoken moments and the ache of desire
some days I let myself be drawn into the void
where I linger far too long in the well of regrets
the wounds we shared the shadows we feared
behind closed doors, there are many ghosts here
constantly circling in seemingly empty hollows
flickers of long ago moments that in my heart
carry the heavy weight of centuries
shadows and sighs from another life
and in that brief moment between sleep and awakening
in the twilight of what once was, and what still is
where the past whispers in riddles
the things that my heart holds on to
are the only truths I have left to carry
© Ann Bagnall