Only Pictures In The Present Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Listening to the sorrow of a dear friend, knowing that
his heart is broken beyond repair, or so he thinks right
now in this present moment.

Afraid to peek about and look at the world without his
beloved wife, mourning her loss, being totally devastated
by it's clutches on him.

Isolating and hiding within himself and his room with just
pictures to look at now in the present, wanting to hold
her and be held by her.

Knowing, but not realizing yet in his sorrow that it will
never be possible again in his life, he will have to look
elsewhere if he wants love to come into his life.