Consuming Thoughts Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Death steals our last sentences away before we can speak
them to our loved ones.

Left with loneliness and tears how can anyone go on?

Lives have touched each other so deeply, so completely,
every moment of waking is consumed with thoughts and
memories of previous love.

Mourning sun rises on every day of silent beginnings and
evening sun sets itself in my being, chilly and cold,
awaiting your touch.

But, you do not come, instead, tears are sent in
remembrance of you.

Holding our memories close, filled with love, wishing we
had spoken more before death claimed you.