This World Has Become A Blackened Hole Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Whatever happened to my love since death has taken your
entire being from my life.

Your heart was still beating and then you were gone,
your hands reaching to me from heaven.

Totally and completely at a loss, finding my pillow wet
with the tears of your passing.

When will I ever see you, my dear, I am still waiting
to hear your voice, see your smile.

Wanting to see a look of seriousness on your face as you
contemplate the passion held within my being.

My love, this world has become a blackened hole, a void,
a space where you are not.

Standing here in the moonlight, focusing on heaven above,
searching skies for your existence, but you're no longer
visible to me my love.