Being Lost Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Love unfortunately does not last forever, we are all only
temporary beings living and doing the best we can, taking
care of ourselves so our lives can be prolonged as long
as possible.

Yet, even then, that is no assurance of anything, death is
always knocking at the door of our love, waiting to whisk
it away.

Leaving us bereaved, lost, forsaken in a shell of the person
we once were, no hopes, dreams, inspiration left for another
in our lives.