Can'T Fathom Loneliness Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Remnants of yesterday unfold themselves within my mind,
giving moments of despair because I can no longer live
in them today.

Tags of life are left in the mortuaries for doctors to
collect on the way to funeral parlors, awaiting burial
from loved ones who are empty and bereft.

Shadows of them lie around in pictures and portraits of
family.

Clothes no longer hanging in closets, toiletries no longer
next to yours in the bathroom, vacations being taken alone
or not at all, being unable to fathom the depths of
loneliness.