Chasing the Light
by Annie Jenkin

I pause and listen to the silken words
swirling around,
surfacing to the front of my mind.

If I could reach out and touch you,
hold your hand,
or rest easy in your warm embrace.

Now distance divides us, shimmering
as a mirage,
drawing down layers of vapour curtains.

Snatches of conversation, slip away
evasive
like a magnet scattering mercury,

or as precious drops of trickling water
seeping in sand.
Its absence doesn't fade, I can recall;

vivid images of laughter, kindness,
your smile, your kiss.
These gifts make me feel so very cherished.



 

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