…are spilling over me

I feel you near
the mind is mercifully cruel
it edits, replays, and brightens
the moments that I tried so hard to let fade
after all these years, these echoes
still follow me everywhere
the echoes of words unspoken
the echoes of your distant heart
some nights the ache inside of me
flickers gently, like a candle in a gentle breeze
some nights it becomes a raging fire
that I cannot extinguish, no matter how much I try
and I now know, that time is also a cruel mistress
and she plays a long game
for the echoes of love are relentless
memories are spilling over me
and I am drowning in them
once again, becoming anchored in the past
the dark wounds of love, linger long my beloved
in one quiet moment, your heart touches mine
and I hear your voice, whispering ghostly
night turns to day, day turns to night
in
the
silence
unwinding
desire calls to me
from shadows only I can see
but melancholy, my only friend, speaks to me
© Ann Bagnall