Beyond Experience Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Remembering yesterday when we were together, holding hands,
beginning our love, gently, tenderly.
Years barely passed when we were separated by death's grip
on your life, sentencing us to love beyond our experience.
Now there's just an emptiness where you should've been
through our middle age and senior years.
Crying crystal tears of love forever doesn't make up or
touch your heart with mine.
Yet, I exist without your touch on mine, hearts severed
with no realization of what or why it has happened to the
two of us.
Silently, we exist in separate worlds, nothing to hold onto.
Breathing our moments in whispers to each other, not
knowing if you can even hear my voice.