So sad
So alone
Crying in my sleep
The feel of emptiness when our love still exisits.
...
I no longer wear the ring on my finger
The one attached to my left hand
...
Ms Bergemann is an accomplished writer of both poetry and prose. She has been penning works of fiction and non-fiction since childhood. Raised by a single mother, with one brother, her work reflects the various stages in her life. She shares her life experiences with her readers. Love, loss, acceptance, rejection, religion and much more. Ms Bergemann is a single mother of two young sons. Both young men share her love of reading, singing and writing. Thier imagination is that of greatness.)
Our Outloud Love Dieing
So sad
So alone
Crying in my sleep
The feel of emptiness when our love still exisits.
So shaken
So humbled
Crying in the day
The tingles in my chest while our outloud love is dieing.
So hurt
So vulnerable
Crying at the stove
The degridation of our souls' loss.
So longing
So hopeless
Crying in the shower
The calousness of our actions straining truth.
So desperate
So lost
Crying in the truck
The knowledge of our mistakes killing our insides
So numb
So painful
Crying on the stairs
The obviousness of still feeling our touches,
still smelling our smell, still hearing our I love you's....
I don't think I have any more tears
August 19,2007