You and I were always together, if not in person, then in dreams
a strange entanglement that we could never define
kindred spirits, we were intertwined, yet we were never meant to be
but like the winter roses holding fast to the darkness
we were ever so slowly withering away
still, I would find you in the quiet spaces between sleep and waking
where impossible things felt briefly within reach
there were no promises, only unspoken understandings
and a connection that seemed to exist beyond reason or explanation
perhaps some souls simply recognise one another across the years
meeting for a moment, before drifting apart once more
and though the seasons changed and the distance grew greater
the echoes remained, a strange entanglement
woven from dreams and memory from longing and impossibility
like winter roses blooming stubbornly against the cold
until the first thaw finally arrived
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 