Past Love Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Pictures in my mind,
hanging on empty walls in living rooms of past relatives,
bringing tears into eyes of bluened sadness.
Imagining the love I used to feel when parents were still
here - alive and well.
Now, causing so many regrets of missing times together,
wishing I could go back in time again.
Facing the lonely shadows holding on to my being.
Having many dreams of yesterday, yet none of them can give
me back times I miss so much now in mind.