RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Life's Black Curtains
Lost and alone, thoughts at a distance, heart heavy
Touched deeply by your life, not wanting to let go,
yet knowing I must.
In my heart forever, indelibly printed on my soul,
etched in memory's mind.
Touched frequently by the tears of your loss, trying
to hold them as tiny reminders of what we used to have.
They disappear, never become tangible so I may keep them
like a treasure of your love.
With love, I will remember you all my life, for you are
a part and parcel of what we had.
Sharing now that you are no longer ...
Mournful And Silenced
Creativeness being innate, following patterns of brain
waves and interior designs created before I was born.
Tell-tale signs of imminent sadness touching this heart
with it's tears, letting me feel the beauty of it's former
memories stored within.
Splendid and sensuous emotions, dwelling deeply in my heart,
having a way to be expressed through writing of poetry.