When I Lay Me Poem by Ann Mckeeman

Late in the dark embrace of night...

...i lay solitary and dream, eyes shut tight while the memories of you

trace their way down my cheeks in hot tears...


your absence, a serrated knife pressed
against the fevered flesh of my soul...


...i see the chapters of my life- multi hued autumn leaves cascading....


....and remember then, now only a post card, a mere gray snapshot of life...

caught, trapped, as i am..in time...

...and i pray for mourning...