Uncaring Sense Of Time Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Looking into ebony darkness of grief, watching others now
putting up Christmas decorations without our participation
together anymore.

Colored lights, rainbow and livid, brightened in the black-
ness of this night of loss, staring into the night, unable
to find any joy as tears will up, choking me diffidently.

An uncaring sense of time, unable to understand love we had
together, a blessed, beautiful symphony filled with rhythms
that kept us in comfort through unconditional love through-
out our lives.