Looking At Interior Videos Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Looking At Interior Videos
Silent sorrow dripping into my heart from memories thought
of, palpitating loss always beating in synch with my heart,
never letting me forget the past.
It's most fascinating and wonderful images with family and
close friends, never able to recapture any of them in reality,
thanking God for a photographic memory, looking at interior
videos as long as I'm alive.
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