Lonely Moments Taking Their Place Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Curtains of life now closing as lonely moments take their place
in this departed lifetime.

Bereft now of a loving kiss or hug, sitting on a moor far from
people, living in a melody of despair.

No way to return to a life that has finally been completed, wails
of silent sorrow rain on edges of what used to be.

Thinking of a life that lived for years with mine, now being
buried in a grave, a headstone marking the place where you are.