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

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