Mere Promises Made Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Listening to tales of life in measures of rhythms as
they unfold in the beauty of what was once a part of
this temporary life on earth.

Mere promises being made through the years, never
taking platitudes of an intense purpose, heart hold-
ing desperately to you.

Not wanting to let you go, for this woman will be left
with nothing after all, just an empty heart still full
of mere promises that might have been one day.