Ghosts Of Your Memory Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Realizations dying within the reality of another moment that
is being lived without you, my dear, going home time after
time to a house that is no longer a home now that you're gone.

Tears streaming from my eyes as I enter the front door, walk
down the hallway and into what once was our bedroom, filled
with love, passion and desires for one another.

Standing here, heart beating for you, passion and desires
falling to the floor unable to be reciprocated by you any-
more in this lonely life.

Abandoned by the love we once had for one another, crawl-
ing into our bed, mind filled with your memories, senses
totally looking to be fulfilled at your touch.

No longer here for death has taken you away from me and I
cry myself to sleep night after night, a restless and hope-
less dream filling me with ghosts of your memory, my love.

As I see myself kissing you good night, tasting salted tears
of our missing love flowing down my face, wanting you so much
to be here with me once again.