…is empty of me

These walls have heard and witnessed much
and my lonely shadow is empty of me
the wind scatters petals from a shrivelled rose
and my lonely shadow is empty of me
a single moment paints a thousand words
and my lonely shadow is empty of me
a blackened sky, a place without a name
and my lonely shadow is empty of me
night echoes with the mourning of crows
and my lonely shadow is empty of me
their drifting song, a bittersweet melody
and my lonely shadow is empty of me
the cold whispers of something once lost
and my lonely shadow is empty of me
time is a butterfly, unaware of its brevity
and my lonely shadow is empty of me
the darkness weaves pain into poetry
and my lonely shadow is empty of me
© Ann Bagnall