…remember that song

I remember, remember that song
so many, so many songs really
but the one, the one where the smoke
the smoke gets in your eyes
that song, I remember that song
because the smoke, the smoke, it sets me weeping
as it obscures, obscures the view
the pictures, pictures of you
swirling in. dissonantly heavy
so heavy in the face of its light
its light and transient nature
the smoke pulling, pulling me into the dark
into the darkest of deep waters
deep waters where the light
the light does not penetrate
and time, time is stationary
I am breathing, breathing it in
the wild possibility that traces
traces of you remain floating, floating unseen
those hazy shifting , shifting tendrils
tendrils that linger linger long after
after you, after you are, after you are gone, gone
I imagine your face, your face
reflected in still and silent, silent waters
of sorrow, sorrow just out of my reach, my reach
and at risk, at risk of sudden breach
just the lightest, lightest touch
of the softest, softest breath
of the sweetest, sweetest breeze
brings me to my knees, my knees
as the ripples, the ripples carry you
carry you far, far from me, me
and again I am defeated, defeated
I have nowhere, nowhere to turn
no remedy for my endless pain
pain deep deep in my soul
my soul, where the flames, the flames still burn
and they burn and they burn and they burn
© Ann Bagnall