Shells Of What Used To Be Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Looking into the future, feeling the past let go of us
with a sad reluctance, tears falling softly and gently
into our souls.

Missing everyone, but there's nothing we can possibly
do, for they are far beyond us now, others taking their
places, but only partially.

Realizing it's never going to be the same ever again,
leaving us with a sadness hung around our minds, like
a noose in pools of remorse, alone, shells of what we
used to be.