Existence Of Mortality Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

When you were mine we both were so happy and carefree,
living in the hearts of our love as we went about doing
so many activities together.

Never counting the minutes as we went through life, not
noticing the years slipping by us, yet death was standing
silently by, waiting and counting down the minutes.

Ready to grasp hold of one of us to take beyond life on
earth, leaving the other alone, abandoned and totally
empty, no love left to give or take between either of us.

So bereft and lonely, staying behind for no reason because
without you I am already dead, waiting to be plucked from
the vine of life, I sit and mourn within for you.

Letting myself go, living an existence of mortality only,
unable to move forward, forgetting to reach for anything
because I am so forlorn without you.