I am still haunted by you in the quiet hours
darkness quietly paints your silhouette against the distant sky
and your scent still lingers in the falling rain
and in the fragrance of a rose
where my longing still resides, in the space between heartbeats
I can still hear you in the restless wind and in the shifting sea
and though the years have come between us
you are still forever whispering in the deep chambers of my heart
the cruellest kind of ghost, but the one who walked away
and left your soul inside of me, as though the universe
remembers what you once meant to me
©Ann Bagnall
