…there is only pain

The fragrance of memories is heavy in the night
briefly overwhelming the soft notes of despair
loss is a dream that never ends
I still hear your whispers, constantly returning
an addiction that I want to defeat, yet also want to keep
in every lonely moment, all that was spoken
and unspoken, still lingers in my heart
haunted by echoes of us, my heart is broken
time slipped through our fingers
like dust on a carrying wind, nothing can last forever
love is a battlefield, just another word for pain
another word for sorrow
I hold on to best of us, the moments of joy and synchronicity
the harmony of our hearts before the storm
at times it nourishes me
but tonight there is only pain
and the weight of what could have been
and what will never be again
©Ann Bagnall