You Wouldn't Be Remembered Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Walking in the rain, loving how it feels upon my face
as it washes away the pain of my heart through it's
tears.

Intense and foreboding feelings taking away joy and
pleasure from my being, causing me to wonder why I
bother to exist.

Yet, holding onto your memory closely keeps me going,
for if I were no longer here, you wouldn't be remember-
ed with the total and entire love only I can give to
you and your lovely memory, my dear.