Ties Of Bereavement Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

A dirge of summer's heat beats down upon my brow, causing me
to sweat profusely.

Walking many miles, counting none of them to while away the
hours.

Recognition barely perceptible, faintly signaling the
retirement of the day and it's gruesome routine.

Touching sentimentality of heart's endearments, gently setting
aside most every one of them.

Nonchalantly rewarding passers-by with a twinkle of an eye, an
inner mischievous smile.

Leaving the impression of hidden laughter and fun wrapped
within one gentle, shy person.

Likely setting up many flirtatious denials, climbing over
aisles of frustrated ambiguous lifestyles.

Forcing open the unbalanced cycles of ripped and torn -
calloused now - friendships that never were.

Entirely left to the heartache and pain, twisting shut,
before every opened avenue of trust and honesty.

All have been laid to rest, there will always be room for
these things up in heaven.

Earthly life cannot hold these greatest of untold treasures,
because only humans live and breathe there.

Stilted - emotional ties are in bereavement, because life has
died on inner shores for the last time.