Remembrances Of Yesterday Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Slapping and hitting me like mosquitos in the night,
stinging and making tears flow by remembrances of
yesterday and all the love and fun that used to be
ours.

Now, I sit alone in my room, staring at your picture,
wishing to be by your side once again, but life has
also stopped living within me as it has for you.

Through the darkened atmosphere, wondering if there
will ever be a future in life for me again, seeing
nothing ahead but silence without you.