Love Never Awakened Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Life is still, waiting for itself to begin in people who
wake up from a good night's sleep, sleepily rubbing their
eyes, trying to clear their heads.

Realizing as they get up and walk around that they are
heading into another day devoid of goals they have not
yet set for themselves.

Pouring coffee, sitting down, flipping channels with a
remote, not really seeing anything of interest, sitting
alone, staring into space, no thoughts in mind.

Sipping their coffee as if it's going to suddenly give
them something to look forward to, some imaginary goal
that will appear out of nowhere.

Hours pass by, still sitting there, not having moved,
wasting precious time they could've spent with their
wives and children.

Too late now, for the children have grown and moved on,
his wife died of cancer, he hadn't spent much time at
all with her, too intent on himself to help her through
her pain and suffering.

Hardly ever kissing or holding her when in pain, saying
he was afraid of hurting her, in reality it was his own
rejection of what was happening to her right before his
eyes.

She left this world like she came into it, lonely and
wanting love that never was awakened in him for her, a
sad and hopeless life now left to him for his fear has
left him without the love given to him all his life.