Gentle rain falls within my heart
your silence is unexplained
like an old scar that continues to ache
and the hours pass slowly
the night is restless, a quivering dark ocean
sprinkled with fallen jewels
a pale moon, silver and distant
drifts slowly through shredded clouds
I think of you, in the loneliness of the dark
trying to sugarcoat my new reality
and I linger here for much longer than I should
for this is where my ghosts
relentlessly haunt me
bringing fragments of you, back to me
gently carrying me
through the ever empty hours
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 
elegant words and image.
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Annie, your micropoetry is awesome and if you are interested, please contact Susi at https://iwriteher.com/the-short-of-it/ or https://iwriteher.com. Susi is putting together her anthology Volume #2 and looking for those that write excellent micropoetry. I immediately thought of you. Happy Halloween!
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Thank you Eugi – you are so kind and also thoughtful to pass this on!
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Most welcome, Annie!
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